The Scarred Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

rri stood in the dimly lit h

mor. She took a deep breath, fighting down the violent nausea twi

pushed open the he

hit her eyes like

ing back against the dark leather sofa. The top two buttons

ally on his lap, leaning heavily agains

an invisible hand reached into her chest

ists. She drove her fingernails so hard into her palms that the sharp pain

aised his eyes. His cold, predatory gaz

hand and placed it flat against Aliyah's waist,

Jerri standing there, a nasty, vict

t. She stepped forward. Her high heels clicked evenly against the hardwo

n bag on the table. Her posture was flawless. She l

e freezing the air in the room. "What is you

n her face. A violent, destructive urge ripped th

le. He picked up his gl

erage to negotiate with me?" Emerson a

a loud, breathy whisper designed to carry across the

expression for exactly one second. Then she looked away, dismissi

e turn red with fury. She sat up straigh

lly raised his hand and patted Aliyah's a

bullet. It completely shredded the last tiny, pathetic

t and placed it deliberately on the crystal coffee table. Th

"If you force this hostile takeover, we will flood the market with new sh

document. His dark eyes locked o

up the space between them. The sheer physica

merson stated, his voice a cruel, low rumble. "I

ed from Jerri's face, leaving her pale as a ghost. But she bit

thrown out of here like a dog seven years ago, Je

the two of them sitting on the sofa. Her eye

aid coldly, "the Anh Group w

toward the door. Her back was perfectly straight, but her sh