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The Hidden Agent Heiress: Claimed By The Boss

The Hidden Agent Heiress: Claimed By The Boss

Author: Victoria
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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 1107    |    Released on: Today at 15:16

e the cabin of the Rolls-Royce. Outside, the sky over the southern

The woman staring back at her looked bored. Her eyelids were heavy, her posture slack. She looked like Delia Fit

f her mouth. A little lowe

Miss Fitzgerald,

ilence pass, the way a spoiled child would. Then she

ankle. She didn't flinch. She let out an exaggerated sigh, checking

nd spots. Exit routes. The analysis took less than a second. Her brain cataloged the security grid

iting at the end of

at a painting on the wall as if it held the secrets to the universe

," she

un ar

is hand flying up to cover his nose and mouth. His eyes widen

he muffled thr

ng her head. "Ansel,

ed, muffled by his palm. "I can't do this anymore

chest, but she strangled it. On t

with confusion. "Ansel, are you under some

d the pushback. He expected t

step back as she shifted her weigh

," sh

oze.

ish. The engag

She didn't wait for his response. She walked away, her hee

back. He was the one dumping her, yet he stood ther

t head fo

rope that marked the VIP section. She passed a

d stop

the rain on the roof, but her ears picked i

of copper and dust filled her nose, a phantom scent from a desert halfway

intersection. In the split second the cart block

ough the door a

ress instantly, plastering the fabric to her skin. She didn't shiver. She lowered her cent

he gazebo in the c

weeping Greek goddess. Through t

ors. He wore a black suit that absorbed the light. One leg was crossed o

stone floor. The man on the ground was bleeding fro

Gibson... I d

flicked the lighter. A small flame dan

was low, a baritone that vibrated in the humi

opped br

an Gi

d told her to run from if she ever saw him. He sat there

The bodyguards tig

ed to le

retreat. Her heel found

n

c. In this storm, it sho

hand stopp

st tilted his head slightly to the side, lik

out,"

cut throug

stantly. Two black muzzles pointed direc

: three. Weapons: two visible firearms. Cover: minimal. Probabili

ion in her shoulders. She let her

ut from behin

air fall into her face. She wrapped her

ed. "I... I think I'm lost. I w

stood up. He

eping from her wet hair down to her ruined shoes, then back up to her

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