Second Chances Denied: From Dull Housewife To Comic Icon

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hrugged out of his robe, leaving only a pa

full view of his sculpted muscles, the dim

her gaze away, curling into the corner of the so

nto a muted glow, and she heard the mattres

ed, tonight marked the first time s

shifted restlessly, unable

sharp in the darkness-Rory Murray, C

orneys, each one sharper in court tha

of information she'd pieced together ab

finally uncovered s

and the haze clouding her t

-the CEO of Smith Group. Do you want to deal w

ift and certain. "St

he wardrobe with a quiet sweep, and s

ap and pulling a mask into place, she

peared down the hall, A

ngine roaring as Rylee pressed the accelerator all the

ral of his henchmen lay bound on the cold floor, ropes d

his presence dark and imposi

ho on earth put you up to this? I swear-I never

across his features as he stepped

anded, the metal

re in sight. She reached for a discarded metal pipe,

is ragged screams as sh

nd. "There's no damn reason for you to come afte

ures. "Mrs. Bradley, please-have mercy! I swear I didn't dru

g his voice in a frantic whisper. "Mr. Bradley mad

o people, Saul collapsed into a miser

ion sharpened inside her. Someth

d on the meddl

ered, the truth trembling on his li

chin at Rory. "

of them stepped in, pinning the

ped her fingers to his collar an

l smile curving across her mouth. "Mr. Smith,

sat rigidly before the glowing monitor,

ge shattered

oze on Rylee's sof

eady gaze, a stor

he same Rylee he

uld always swallow ever

illusion-he had never truly

him arrogant enough to think

cut through

bring Rory on board-and unleash payback this savage! She even caught

simmering irritatio

o him at all-she had

liev

enough to pretend he

here and pull Saul and his group out. If Rylee trie