Julian paused, fork and knife mid-motion, then cut off a piece of his own now-cold steak and ate it without complaint.
Cold steak never tasted good.
But everything he'd stacked onto Eleanor's plate had come straight off the warmers. Had to have landed well.
Call it a whim.
"You're using shareholder status to keep me tethered to you after the divorce."
Eleanor laid the accusation out flat, blocking the point before it could even move.
She'd made peace with divorcing him, full stop. No ambiguity left in it. She wanted every thread severed, her career and her life carved completely clean of his.
She couldn't understand why if he didn't love her, if Cassandra's title was already promised he'd hand over something this significant.
Ten percent of Cross Group was not a small number.
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