His Loss, The Tycoon's Gain: The Lost Heiress Returns

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rolled down. A man in a

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r passenger door and slammed her blood

ow slowly glide

rk eyes cold and predatory. He radiated a dangerous

s on her wrists, then shifted his

ordered. His voice was

seat. Her muddy clothes and bleeding skin ruined the pristine

ine, waving a metal pipe and a

not even blink. "Handle

bright red laser dot appeared dead center on the man's soaking wet shirt. The driver didn't say a word, his finger resting lightly on

pped dead in their tracks, cursed lou

rated smoothly, leavin

ng. She shivered uncontrollably, her teeth

It smelled of expensive cedar and faint c

her neck. "Thank you," she rasped, her

eyes tracked the bleeding scratch on her neck. He

apartment building. She did not call the polic

ford. Is my husban

ft an hour ago and has not

and handed t

is tone laced with mild curio

ust drop me off on the Up

rt, the blood, and the absolute ex

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from the corner of her eye. He wore no n

d out a crystal glass. He poured amber liquid

k," h

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entually bled through t

ey approached a block away

, he held out a matte black business card. It had no

e in danger again, call this," he

situation so perfectly. She took the card, gri

away, disappearing i

ing, avoiding the main lobby cameras. She took

code. The massive apar

out her passport and birth documents. She dragged a battered suit

ck on the front d

the foyer. Joaquin's voi