Life had gone all for everyone but I was still the fake heiress.
The living room buzzed with the constant clanging of the keyboard from Tyler and his team. Tyler, Monty and Chelsea were huddled around the coffee table, everywhere around the room was strewn with papers and their voices.
They've been at it since morning when they arrived, preparing possible questions that my opposing lawyer might ask me tomorrow in court. Despite Tyler's assurance that the second session would not be as tough as the first session since he was sure that the opposing lawyer had exhausted everything, he knew about me… I still had a nagging feeling at the back of my mind that everything would not turn out well.
