A Billionaire After Divorce

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"No, no, don't come any closer," seeing Jordan walking toward her, Layla can't help but cry out in fright, her heart in the palm of her hands. "You don't have to make me remember. I already know what I must do."

"Oh?" Jordan pauses and smirks, asking with a sneer, "Miss Layla, you know, yet you couldn't say anything. Do you really enjoy being forced into doing things?"

Layla grits her teeth, the urge to burst in rage bubbling within her, but in the end, she says calmly, "I had only remembered it as you were walking toward me, and I had thought since you already agreed not to kill me, there wouldn't be any need for it."

That's a lie, obviously. Layla had known what she had to do to be let off and never thought Jordan not killing her meant he was entirely letting her off.

But she didn't do them and followed her aunt because she thought Jordan had forgotten about them and before he would remember, they must have been far gone.

"Hmm," Jordan merely hums in response to Layla's remark. He