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Chapters (42)
  1. Title Page
  2. Acknowledgments
  3. Getting Ready
  4. Part One - Autumn/Winter
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Part Two - Spring/Summer
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Part Three - London, Los Angeles, Tokyo, Milan
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Epilogue
  42. Copyright Page

‘And I take it that his “thing” is the usual?’

‘Yes. The mistress is set up in a penthouse in Kensington, leads a very nice life, and Rivelli picks up the tab.’

‘Ah. The Kept Woman motif.’

‘Sounds familiar?’

‘Extremely. So, let me guess. Mistress gets restless and grabby, starts making demands, sparks a confrontation . . .’

‘That’s uncanny.’

‘Hardly, John. How many of these have we worked on now? Do you want me to cite cases?’

‘No need. So – Mrs Rivelli gives him an ultimatum – ditch the bitch or pack your bags. Rivelli promises her faithfully that he’s done so . . .’

‘Oh God. This is so depressing.’ Particularly so, thought Christine, as he could easily have been talking about the former Mr and Mrs Andrew Cissé.

‘Then she finds text messages on his mobile phone, she gets a private detective on the case . . .’

‘Ouch.’

‘And she finds out exactly where the mistress is living, flaunting her status as Rivelli’s wife-in-waiting – which is presumably what he’s led her to believe, although he denies it strenuously. Relations break down irrevocably, and Mrs Rivelli instructs her solicitors.’

‘Who are?’

‘Pennington and Blythe.’

‘She means business then.’

‘Oh yes. She asks for everything, he instructs us to offer next to nothing, and here we are today.’

‘What sort of assets are we talking about?’

‘That’s the problem,’ said John. ‘He’s a very cunning man, Rivelli. He’s got fingers in an awful lot of pies which he, being Italian, thinks he has an absolute right to keep secret.’

‘Well, John,’ said Christine, dabbing her lips on her napkin and putting her knife and fork down, ‘if you want my advice, I would say that no counsel worth their salt is going to touch a case like this unless there is a full and frank disclosure of assets.’

‘That’s what I’m telling him.’

‘Because if he’s involved in anything dodgy . . .’

‘Which he undoubtedly is.’

‘Then she is going to find out.’

‘He doesn’t believe me.’

‘Okay, John. I’ll sum up my advice at this stage in five very simple words. The Proceeds of Crime Act.’

‘Quite so.’

‘If Pennington and Blythe suspect for one moment that your client is concealing assets, they’re going to go after him hard and fast. And it’s not difficult to get that kind of information. He’ll not only lose his case, he’ll find himself in the dock.’

‘But, of course, he doesn’t want to disclose the full scale of his assets because if he does, then his wife will feel that she’s entitled to a great deal more.’

‘Which I have no doubt she is. So we’re in for a spectacular court case.’

‘Out of which we could do very well indeed.’

‘Precisely.’ They raised their glasses. ‘This is what you might call a win – win situation.’

‘Isn’t it always?’ said John. ‘Here’s to Justice, and big fat fees.’

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