"Honey, is she reliable?" Mrs. King asked Carla, her face etched with worry. "We don't have much time. Your father is in the hospital, his life hanging by a thread, and Charles King is just waiting for him to die. The moment he's gone, the entire inheritance will be his."
"That Charles King is a complete scumbag! Your father brought him home from an orphanage, raised him, gave him the company, and even had you marry him. And now he wants to take the entire fortune for himself? Not a chance! Your dad's will states that if you divorce him, the inheritance is all yours. You can make him leave with nothing. This is a critical time—you have to hurry up!"
Carla King irritably lit a cigarette and said flatly, "I know. Don't you think I'm trying to figure that out?"
"President King," Annabelle Linton greeted as she walked up to them.
Carla King quickly extinguished her cigarette, stood up, and extended her hand to Annabelle Linton. "Miss Linton."
