The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

He beamed at me. “Mr. and Mrs. Hatfield. I can’t wait.

“Why wait?” I asked. “Let’s call Dylan right now.”

Laughing, Logan sat back and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Dylan, turned on

speakerphone, and placed the phone down on the table in the space between us.

When Dylan answered, he sounded equal parts tired and angry. “Is someone dead?”

I was taken aback. Usually Dylan was easygoing and charismatic. He often teased us relentlessly. This, however, did not sound like teasing.

“Hello to you, too,” Logan said lightly. “Forget to each breakfast this morning?”

“I wish. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so sick to my stomach,” Dylan grumbled.

“What’s going on?” I asked, cutting directly to the chase

Dylan sighed. “Senior’s called in all of his favors, I think. Even I’m not sure how he’s pulling this one off. His big friends in big places must be willing to face corruption charges for him, because I’ll be damned if I let them get away with this.”

“Away with what?” I prompted.

Dylan scoffed. “I’m being disbarred.”

Disbarred, Dylan would no longer be allowed to practice law in this state. It would also lower his odds of being hired anywhere else in the country, even if he could manage to get on the bar in that state.

This action would ruin his entire career. He’d have to start over. Or be a consultant.

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“Did they give a reason?” Logan asked. All good humor vanished from his face. His features now were stern and serious, his eyes focused, his mouth a hard line.

It been a while since I’d seen him in business mode like this.

“They had the audacity to say that I was accepting bribes,” Dylan said. “They’re pinning their own crimes

on me.”

“We should meet. We’ll call Mabel. Just get over here,” Logan said. “We need to figure out what to do

next.

“It will be difficult to do anything.” Dylan said. “I’m royally screwed if the entire bar association is in Senior’s pocket, which very much seems to be the case.”

Together we’ll think of something.” Logan said. “We’re not letting you go down without a fight.”

Just get here,” I added in, showing my support.

Dylan sighed. “Fine.”

Thirty minutes later, Logan, Dylan, Mabel, and I sat around the table frowning at each other.

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“We knew he would go low,” Mabel said. “We knew he had reach”

“I’ve been planning for an attack against me,” Dylan said. “But to pay off the entire bar association? I’ve been making calls all morning. If I’m not being dodged, I’m being outright blocked. Nothing like this has ever happened before.”

“Senior knows he’s losing,” I suggested. “He’s backed up in a corner now. Cornered animals attack the most desperately.”

Listening quietly, Logan crossed his arms and started at the hard wood of the table.

“Yeah, well, that desperation sure worked wonders against me,” Dylan said. “My whole career, shot in the

ass…

“No,” Logan said, looking up. “We’re going to solve this

“It won’t be that simple,” Mabel said. “I can try to arrange meetings but if people are dodging Dylan, they will dodge the rest of us too.”

“I’m not talking about meetings. At least, not private ones,” Logan said.

Unlocking his cellphone, he opened his email, enlarged one and placed it down on the table for the rest of

us to see

The email was an invitation to a high society party.

Dylan cursed under his breath. “You can’t be thinking

Mabel seemed pensive. It could work…”

I looked at Logan, awaiting his explanation.

Meeting my gaze, he said, “It’s time for us to stop laying low”