etal doors slid open with a soft chime. She gr

ai

marble floor. She ran forward and slapped her hand

forced a sweet, pleading smile onto her face, thoug

le. Her muscles coiled-a physical reaction to the proximity o

que. Since you're leaving the family and marrying into the Ramseys, shouldn't you leave a little piec

ic patterns from that ancient occult manuscript burned in her mind. I need this talisman, she thought desperately. If the text is co

evator. She covered her collar with her hand,

adoptive mother in the Rust Belt gave this to me. It'

onviction. If this ignorant peasant valued it so highly, it h

offered, discarding her gentl

're just a fake heiress living on a monthly al

. Her face stiffened, her sweet mask crack

d and reached for th

ed, grabbing the edge of the

icker of hesitation show in her eyes-just enough v

over her. Typical country trash, Harley thought, a smug sneer f

she were making a painful, gut-wrenching sacrif

entire liquid net worth. It would d

mpared to a literal miracle? she thought, looking at Jessie with profound contempt. This stupid peasant thinks she's shaking me down, but sh

t her phone. "Fi

threshold. Harley's thumbs flew across her scree

vibrated. She checked the scr

clasp it gently. She yanked the necklace hard

ce at Harley like it

it to her chest, her face lighting up with a dizzying, manic joy. She believed she ha

tor. She turned around, looking at

shut, the corners of Jessie's mouth twi

rs clic

he elevator. The spatial core's energy had already been co

ntire fortune to buy a useles

d garage. Jessie pulled her suitcase out

ed leather seat, and looked at the driver. "T