Chapter Fourty

ENZO'S POV

“This is gold!” I exclaim after Saenz, Gypsy and I have finished watching the recording from the recorder that was built into the earring I gave Gypsy.

The recorder captured every bit of Gypsy's conversation with those idiots perfectly, both sound and video. And the things said in the recording are extremely incriminating.

There's no way the judge will watch this and still rule in favour of that bastard Patrick. Unless Patrick bribes the judge, in which case we'd have an even stronger appeal and have the judge sued as well.

“Really?” Gypsy questions, her doubts obvious in her voice.

“Of course.” I assure her.

The air gets knocked out of my lungs when she suddenly throws her arms around me, pulling me tight into a hug.

“Thank you. Thank you.” She says repeatedly.

I hug her back, loving the feel of her warmth. Having her in my arms brings me an uncanny sense of contentment. I could hold her like this for hours.

“It's like we've really hit the jackpot.” Saenz chimes in. “This