Rising From The Deep: The Heiress's Wrath

t she had asked for: min

ing windows that offered a panoramic view of the city she intended to conq

island and walked to the window. She

lights

ft. She was back in that clinic in

umming overhead. The pain in her body was a dull, throb

g his head. "Boy is strong," he said in broken English

ng up a polaroid photo-a blurry image of a tiny, bl

night. The doctor's eyes, above his mask, had been cold, evasive, refusing to meet her

om

asped, blinking rapidly. The cli

g on the floor, surrounded by disass

a circuit board. "Embarrassing. I'm upgrading it to a protoco

She walked over and kissed the top of h

cross the kitchen island. He

y again," he

picked up a script from

"It's fully funded by the Randall Group. Braeden is the exec

Ivy muttered. "She

continued. "Empress Wei. She's manipula

ted. She picked up a dart

aped up photos of their targ

nd. She narrowed her eyes, foc

wa

tself right betwe

said without lookin

ing on it,

raeden is hosting a charity gala tonight at 'La Rive'. It's

an eyebrow.

you go, you're showing your face befo

was hard. "I need to see him when he's no

w wardrobe hung-rows of silk and velv

aid, pulling out a garment bag. "I'm Ivy the a

screwdriver. He pointed at

he witch?"

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