Chapter 82 A Whip to Her Back

• Julia glanced coyly at Franklin, a playful smirk on her lips. "If I don't marry him, what's the alternative? Marry you? Your wife would tear me apart."
• Franklin's breath hitched, visibly flustered. He squeezed her waist, his fingers digging into her curves. "Come to my hotel room tonight."
• She had been planning to anyway. After all, if Declan wanted Franklin's investment, he'd have to offer more than empty promises. Franklin wasn't some fool throwing money around for free—someone had to pay, and that someone was her.