Catherine smiled but said nothing.
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Jessica met Dennis Thompson.
He had just come from a business lunch. "When I heard your name, I thought it was a coincidence," he said with a small smile. "I can't believe it's really you. I was at your wedding. That romantic kiss is still something people try to imitate. It's funny how things change. Now you're getting a divorce."
"Mr. Thompson," Jessica said, nodding. "This is the draft of the divorce agreement I prepared." She handed it to him with both hands.
Dennis glanced at it. "You're only asking for fifty million? Lance Smith is worth at least five billion. Aren't you selling yourself short?"
"Fifty million is enough for me to live on for the rest of my life," she replied with a small smile.
He continued reading, a look of approval growing on his face. "The provisions you've made for your daughter are excellent. But you have to be sure. At her age, she has the right to express a preference for her guardian. Are you certain she'll choose you?"

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