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Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

Author: Li Xiamo
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1121    |    Released on: Today at 14:59

Sign them. Right here, on the dotted line, where it states you

folder across the polished Italian mahogany table. It slid with a co

, sterile tap. The cavernous drawing room of the Upper East Side penthou

human warmth. "You have precisely forty minutes to vacate the estate. After that,

nned to the yellowed pages of an antique La

seemed to mock the tension in the room. Beneath her pale skin, a fine, silver scar slashed across th

armchair, Brittaney Bryan meticulously applied

ogical daughter discovered living in foster care three months ago,

ivan added, his chin lifted in aristocratic disdain. "

vided you with a life an India

n cover slammed shut with a dull, resonan

No humiliation. Only an icy, bottomless stillness

ate, predatory grace, her shoulders square,

son said, her voice smooth and chilling. "He will need eve

? Let's be real for once. In Manhattan, fifty grand is the only thing standing between a backwater stray

ard the grand staircase, treating the newly mint

composure slipping at the utter lack of reaction. "Leave the jewelry in the

didn't

terrifying efficiency. The designer dresses, the diamond bracelets, the Hermès

rts, a set of hand-bound surgical notebooks, a beat-up bla

an elderly woman with silver hair and eye

other," Alison murmured,

Walter and adoptive mother-Sharon Bryan were waiting b

ician sternness. "Alison. You leave quietly, and we maintai

s, borrow money, or crawl into our social circle

h a silk handkerchief. "Do try to find honest work, chi

ber eyes ignited with a cold, mocking brillian

and lethal. "When your heart fails and the elite specialists ab

my face, the consultation fe

d into the cool dusk of Manhattan. The heavy

, three miles south

Thornton Global Tower shook with

AC

ed mahogany cane into the solid Italian ma

his voice rattling the panoramic gl

ler, bowed so low his nose nearly touched

from the Indiana orphanage records match Lady A

of the Thornton clan... is alive. She is

nd the gold handle of his cane. A lifetime of cold

e? Why isn't

iedly. "We just received word-less than an hour ago, the Bryans terminated the legal adop

ressure so intense that the surroundi

contorted into

der brothers across the globe. Tell the General in Washington, the Sovereign Fund Chairman in London, and the Head of Interpol in Lyon to drop everythin

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