His Secret Wife: A Dangerous Game

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essure building behind her eyes. The blurry clipping in her

. He didn't sit. He slammed a thick

nch. Delinda lowered her eyelashes, fo

trembling laser pointer at a heavily designed slide, trying to tal

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rattled off three specific data disc

d, his hands shaking as he tried to shift t

ry gaze swept toward the corner of the room.

way. She met his aggr

pletely flat. "The data source was altered

switched from the presentation to a clean, system-generated timeline. Lines of red text highlighted the exact timestamps of the data upload, follo

ped. Warren looked like

looked at the woman in the beig

ore the meeting?" Ace demanded,

linda answered, her chin lifting a fraction of an in

slowly against the mahog

n the room wa

the head of the European division. Put Warren o

s scrambled out of the room like th

d toward the door, pas

sto

nd citrus hit his se

her. "Good job," he murmured, his vo

ce sent a violent shiver down her spine. The fami

ted glass doors of his o

e gripped the edge of the table

pulled up the internal HR syst

ried. Long-term r

head. She was losing her mind. Her absentee h

k tie. He stared out the floor-to-ceiling win

called again. She wants to know when you are goin