The Blind Billionaire's Hidden Genius Wife

ansion was

dn't ring the bell. Her security team

hampagne, celebrating the "sale" of Sera. They froze

ering a nervous smile on her face. W

d smashed it onto the coffee table. Glass

ped and ju

ed. You sent me a defective product

le. Sera? Wha

e's a Sterling now. And because she's a Sterling

. What's going on? Did the bli

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. Harrison. The blind f

snapped h

dn't hesitate. He swung his hand-a heavy, open-palm sla

loor. She screamed, clutching her

d, dropping to her kne

own at them with

ing name again, and

was shaking so hard his kn

. Beatrice pointed at Tiffany.I'm taking five percent of Quinn Enterprises. Transfer the sha

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it a pe

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ia hissed. She tur

r phone. She d

scoop. The new Mrs. Sterling... she's ab

n the floor of the bedroom, surrounde

ir, listening to an aud

heerful,

had just texted her: Quinn stock dropped 5%. Tif

said. It seems karma has a r

smirked.

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