Healed By The Ruthless Billionaire's Touch

of Vance Media headquarters. Her heels clic

he finalized investment contract. It was a lifeline for the co

esk jerked upright. Her eyes wi

h, her hand reachin

offered a warm smile and waved her hand, s

executive elevator. The receptionist found her vo

le, ice-cold glare that promised absolute professional destruction if she spoke another word. The receptionist

oors slid shut, cutting off the r

d at the top floor

blinds of the CEO's office were pulled

carpet. She stopped in front o

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relai Thorne, the agency's top-tier actress. The

ped. A cold sweat brok

ed without her permission. She p

elai giggled, her tone dri

red he loved Abigail every night. "As long as I have that scarred, ugl

ail like a physica

cheek. The thick, jagged scar tissue burned as if

on her lowe

looded her mouth. It forced h

ntly replaced by a cold, clinical numbness. Her brain

t the wood. She pushed the door

justed to t

arded on the Persian rug. Preston's

ng Lorelai down. Their bodies moved to

r chest rose and fell in

the door settle back into its fr

office. Her steps were li

ridor toward the securi

r passcode into the keypad. Th

t up, his hand hovering over his radio. "

rough the quiet room. "We have a potential data breach in the executive suite network. I need you to g

r co-founder status carried absolute weight. "Yes, ma'

t behind him, Abigail stepped past the empt

oard. She pulled up the hidden c

t displayed a crystal-clear, hi

she was supposed to marry. She felt absolutely

ner bag and pulled out a s

it into the

eared on the screen.

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load was complete. The sound w

d the USB

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bypassed the main lobby entirely, taking the

o the blinding Los

red up at the massive Vance Media logo

e silver USB drive in her pocket. Th

signed their