The Jilted Heiress Reclaims Her Throne

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through the thick glass window, pulling her out

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harsh in the quiet room. She remembered the date

ather's absence cleanly severed the last path

blanket. Her bare feet hit the freez

ile hospital gown. She pulled on a sharply tailored khaki

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d Clyde's contact entirely and dialed th

deep, anxious voice answered.

nora stated, her voice flat

e a heavy object slamming into a wooden desk. "That h

d, his voice tight with rage. "I am sending

om for argument. "Just send one black SUV. Keep it

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med Leona was pushing a medication cart down the

f, respectful nod, a silen

nd walked down the long corridor toward the

The metal doors slid open smo

in the polished steel. The cold, hard glint i

round parking garage. A bulletproof black Ca

diately. He bowed his head and took her heavy d

vy door shut, instantly cutting off the h

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