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Deal With The Devilish Wall Street Tycoon

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 755    |    Released on: Today at 16:24

top outside an abandoned indust

to the area, intimidated by the massive floodlights cutting throu

o a muddy puddle. She ignored the dirt and walked alone toward

oil and stale beer blocked the entrance. T

as Chandler was expecting her. One of the guards looked su

oud, rowdy crowd. His silver hair caught the harsh ligh

practically hit the floor. This was a shocking contrast to t

arm, her fingers digging into his jacket. "Wh

There was a raised VIP viewing area surround

sharp, toxic smell of burning rubber and cheap a

dge of the VIP section. S

black motorcycle jacket, the collar slightly open, reveali

g blonde supermodel. She was giggling, peelin

exuding a dangerous, suffocating aura of a man

humiliation and anger boile

porcelain on her living room floor. She clenched her jaw so hard h

latform, her boots clicking

antly. He signaled two guards, and they immediately step

ve," Frank warned her, his

th and screamed Jerad's name, her voice tearing thro

ed his eyelids. His dark gaze cut throu

ather clinging to her curves, a flash of dark surprise crossed

aist, signaling her to get u

m. He looked down at Ami, who was strugglin

stood there, hands in his pockets, watching her de

shattered the tension. A custom Porsche 911 rolle

ped out of the driver's seat. He looked up at Jerad, raised his

. Everyone's attention snapped to the s

is face, replaced by a bloodthirsty thrill. He turned his back o

ned red with panic. She fought against the guards' gri

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“Ami Cleveland's family empire was destroyed overnight by a malicious short-selling attack, leaving her mother facing federal prison and hunted by ruthless loan sharks. To secure a hundred-million-dollar lifeline, Ami risked her life as a blindfolded co-pilot in a deadly cliffside street race, all just to get five minutes alone with Jerad Kidd, the elusive Wall Street titan she had accidentally slept with the night before. But instead of saving her, Jerad completely crushed her dignity. "What makes you think you are worth a hundred million dollars?" He mocked her desperate pitch, calling her family's equity garbage, and coldly walked away. Two days later, he forced her onto his Miami superyacht as a political decoy, making her wear a backless silk gown that offered zero protection and throwing her into a sea of wealthy predators. When a drunk tech billionaire pinned her against a sofa and tried to rip the thin straps of her dress, Ami screamed for help. She looked up at the VIP balcony in absolute despair, only to see Jerad looking away, treating her like she didn't even exist. She didn't understand why he was torturing her. Why did he let her risk her life in his car, only to humiliate her and feed her to the wolves? With no one to save her, Ami grabbed a whiskey glass and violently smashed it into her attacker's face. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the man's brutal retaliation slap. But the hit never came. A large hand, wearing a heavy Patek Philippe watch, shot out of nowhere and clamped down on the man's raised arm like a steel vice.”
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