From Blood Bag To Billionaire Queen

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adrenaline was fading, leaving her kne

Car pulled up. It was

, a man named Gary who had always

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the car. It was

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ment, growing into a deep, throaty ro

looked in his rearview

r, a phalanx of

rilles that gleamed like bared teeth. They moved in perfect for

or the traffic. They si

to slam on his brakes and mount the curb. The other cars box

ame out. This was a motorca

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six cars opened

ck suits, earpieces, and sunglasses. They were

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out. Instead, a gl

f a man named Marcus, walked up to Aleigha

t his movements formal, hiding the familial warmth he f

ooming enough for Gary to hear. "The Cha

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ary dropped his phone

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re a glance at the Lincoln. She sli

nd sandalwood. It was quiet, hermetica

e face of an older man appeared. He had s

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an said firmly. "And th

. He was just in time to see the tail light

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s that?" Bart a

ooking pale. "Boss... they picked her up. Like

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last dime renting a fake motorcade to make me jealous. That's why there wer

hone to call her, t

umber you have reac

not exist. It was as if the digital identity of

like a ghost had just walked over his grave. He shook it off. "Chea