Undercover Heiress: The Ruthless CEO's Trap

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the goggles off her face and rubbed the corners of h

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up and walked across the thick carpet, s

the deadbolt. She pulled the

hrough the gap before t

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to be there toni

fingers tightened ar

the air in the room. Bradley Mic

defeated sigh. He

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into the changing room, pul

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knives?" Kierra teased loudly through the wood

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rawer, and slipped her custom sketching pen – the one Bradley had given her – into the inner pocket

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