The sarcasm in her voice was unmistakable.
Damian Fairchild's already dark expression grew even more grim.
"I won't let her harass you again!"
Seraphina Quinn's tone was light. "Whatever. She's just small fry. She can't get to me."
She paused. "You, on the other hand, aren't you getting a little too into your role? Didn't we already agree on this? I help you get part of the inheritance rights to The Fairchild Group, and you agree to divorce me. I wouldn't publicly announce our divorce until you successfully obtained the shares you wanted..."
"That was before."
"Now, I don't just want the Fairchild shares. I want you, too. I won't agree to a divorce."
Seraphina Quinn scoffed. "What? Did you catch feelings just because we spent one night in the same bed?"
Damian Fairchild ignored her jab and stated his intentions directly.
