She Signed The Divorce Quietly — Then Arrived On A Billionaire’s Private Jet

eyes widened. “You can’t mean—”

The door opened.

Lucas Mercer walked in—late thirties, wire-rim glasses, a suit that was clearly off the rack, and an air of quiet competence that filled the room without demanding attention.

“Hello, Preston,” Lucas said. His voice was steady. He didn’t look angry. He looked ready to work.

“Lucas is the new CEO,” Vivian continue reading …