Chapter 258 A Woman Is Accused Of Murdering Her Wealthy Husband

• "Just give me the green light and I'll put my consulting firm's signature on it."
• "Give me a few weeks to solve the immediate problems. I can't sell a mine that is full of traps and currently... falling."
• He doubts that last word when his gaze settles on me, on my tongue as I take a long sip of my vanilla ice cream cone. Rick pats Diego on the shoulder and then, winking at me, heads to his golf cart.