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can’t do this. I’m her husband!”
“Sit down, Mr. Whitmore,” Brenner said. “There is more.”
Grant sank back into his chair, hands trembling now.
Brenner’s tone shifted slightly. “To my husband, Grant Daniel Whitmore, I leave two things. First, this letter, to be read immediately. Second…”
Jenna reached under the table and lifted a wrapped object, placing continue reading …
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