"One more condition. Help me get my father to accept Sara into the family. I'll give you the shares immediately."
A bleak, broken smile twisted my lips.
Even now—with his son's life supposedly hanging by a thread—he was still negotiating for *her*.
He never forgot to plan for Sara.
I looked him dead in the eye.
"Sign the papers. Then you get your son."
As I walked out with the signed agreement in my hand, a bitter smile curved my lips.
I wondered—when the day came that Adrian Vance had nothing left, would he and Sara Graves still be so inseparable?
The moment Adrian nervously took the child from the nurse, I was already sitting in Ava's car.
"Ava!" I laughed—loud, hollow, nothing reaching my eyes. "We just made two billion dollars. My treat. Drive to the Royal Club. I want the most expensive suite and eight male models."
Ava frowned, her gaze heavy with concern.
"Hailey... if you're hurting, just cry. You don't need to—"
I wiped a stray tear from the corner of my eye and slapped the equity transfer agreement onto her lap.
"I'm not sad. Look at this. Three years of marriage in exchange for a twenty percent stake worth two billion. Who else is that valuable?"
My voice dropped.