“Daniel, ignore it! The signing is what matters,” Sophie urged, squeezing his arm and forcing a smile for the cameras. “She’s just trying to cause trouble. We’ll deal with it after the contract is signed.”
Daniel took a deep breath, crumpling both documents and shoving them into his suit pocket. Yes—so what if she left? He still had Sophie, her unborn child, and the Whitmore deal that was about to be his. That would make up for everything.
He smiled again and reached for the pen on the table. But just as the tip touched the contract, his phone shrilled.
One glance at the caller ID: the general manager of the Whitmore Group Subsidiary.
My third “gift” had arrived.
