Reborn with 10 Billion to Conquer the Apocalypse

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private, encrypted number of her sen

was groggy. "Do you have any i

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ntly to a tone of ice-cold professionalism and absolute def

t fund," Kinsey ordered. "All ten billion d

hundreds of millions in penalty fees. The SEC will launch an immediate

wrist with her bloody thumb. "I want every single cent converted to liquid cash

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f legal counsel, Mr. Vance, standing outside her door. He was clutching a

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me. Your recent erratic behavior is deeply concerning to the board. You need to sign this

the papers

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nsey said, her voice drop

and pulled out his phone. "You've lost your mind. I'm ca

have him on the line, tell him about the townhouse in Long Island. The one on Elm Stree

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choked out, his

. "Now pick up your trash and get in th

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f paper on the floor. She grabbed her