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A poor student married a wealthy 70-year-old woman. A week later, he was stunned by what he realized.
A gray sky hung over the small Texas college town, the streets slick from rain.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, pulling him from his thoughts. Mark answered, and a calm, authoritative voice came through.
“Mr. Davis, this is Eleanor Brooks.”
Mark frowned. “Excuse me—who are you? How do you know about that?”
“I know quite a lot,” she interrupted gently. “Meet me at Brooks Bistro at 7 p.m. It’s important.”
Inside, he was greeted by warm lighting and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Sitting at a corner table was Eleanor Brooks—an imposing woman with impeccably styled silver hair, dressed in a tailored suit that radiated wealth. She gestured for Mark to sit.
“Mrs. Brooks, what is this about?” he asked, getting straight to the point.
“I’m here to offer a solution.”
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