I Found My Daughter Sleeping in a Van With Her Child. When I Asked About the Apartment I Bought, She Broke Down.

desk, Xavier presented his card. “We’re here to see Marcus Thorne. I’m Maya’s attorney.”

Within minutes, Marcus appeared from the elevator—perfectly groomed, cologne wafting. His eyes fixed on Maya and Malik with something between disgust and annoyance.

“Why are you bringing these people here to cause trouble?” he said sharply.

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