The Mad Billionaire's Genius Undercover Wife

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ade of purple she hadn't

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from the sofa.

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. You ungrateful little gutter rat! We are g

rs come now. Panic, real and raw, or at least it looked that way.

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recoiled as if the papers were radioactive. They all

e in twelve minutes. If she wasn't in it, the deal was o

pped. And

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a crumpled piece of paper from her

nk squinted at it

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gers flew across the screen, trembling w

al from the contact lens she was wearing. A tiny,

elt buckle. It was a failsafe. Frank thought he was sending a pending authorization, something he

firmed: $2,0

he grabbed the pen and scribbled her name

orbell

you screw this up, Serena, I will find you. A

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rank. Thanks

out the f

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family's head of secur

at her cheap bag. He didn't say a wor

here was softer than Frank's car. It sm

sitting on the opposite bench. The

tablet, ignorin

her bag to her chest. She l

lt the weight of the two million dollars in the offshore account-funds that Wolf was alread

popping a bubble of gum. Is he really

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smooth. In this family, the rumors are