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e exit. "Everyone in Riverdale knows the five Moore daughters. The public considers me a p

ight, his heavy boots stepping onto the thick carpet a

his voice dropping into a dangerous register. "I do not sign multi-billion-d

al at the altar," I fired back. "You wanted a quiet, convenient wif

e did not reach for the lace. Instead, he turned and dropped ont

, "we cannot look like strangers. The media is already framing this as a desperate rescue. Tomorr

who threw herself at your feet," I said directly. "Our

his knees as his golden eyes bored into me.

child who ran away because he feared responsibility. I would rather

antly. A flicker of satisfaction gleamed in

room's landline. He dialed a three-digit extension.

whir, spitting out pages of financial reports detailing the

the table. "Five hundred million dollars. I will wire the bridge loan to your

y chest, though I kept my po

ehouse," Jasper said, watching my reaction closely. "My inspectors suspect forged glyphs and stolen relic

c artifacts were the core of my secret trade. Under the alias "SS,"

ifests," I said simply

gesturing for me to step out into the private cor

my veil, and walked past him int