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Get the APPReborn Princess: Burning Her Scornful Crown
Chapter 5 No.5
rning was a battlefie
swinging his legs, kicking the table
milk. As he poured it into h
oded across the table, cascading ont
didn't look sorry. He
from his tablet. " acciden
he would have run upstairs, crying, blaming
to
The cold milk see
ze," Fio
silent. The
oked at Fiona, confus
her voice steady and sharp a
ked at Bra
his tablet. "Fiona, don't b
ot handle a milk pitcher, how will he handle the Crown? The media i
d. The media. H
e. "Say sorry to y
red. He glared at F
" he mu
n you say it,"
to fists. He looked up,
a napkin. "Lee, bring me the household ac
's pocket for years, hesitated. "The... accoun
him. "If those books aren't on my desk in ten minu
"Yes, You
ad the ledger. It didn
ly Fou
ty thousand dollars. Lab
page and sent it to the encry
's using state funds
n, Fiona heard shou
out to th
e had a slingshot. He was aiming at a str
wa
ank. The animal yowled in
d. He loaded
d. In her last life, h
utton, the screen's reflection shielded by the shadows of the veranda. She captured it a
he grabbed the slingshot from his
med. "That was mine
animals?" Fiona grabbed his shoulder, spinning hi
He tried to b
his time. She sla
a spot on the pavement under the direc
o that! I'm
ave a video of you torturing a cat. T
he already understood what bad press
going o
the French doors, his face th
fake tears. "She threw my t
, glaring at Fiona. "H
her phone. She
Jimmie laughing a
a felony in some states. Imagine the headli
the video. His
adoration in his eyes flicke
the b
says, Jimmie," Br
mie gasped
looked at Fiona. There was a new emoti
athy," Fiona said.
the house, leaving
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