d, her cheeks burning bright red. "W
ing his posture, and walked briskly back to his desk to hide his sudden
her eyes beh
rnally. Slap me in the face o
Baxter, Angelo's Chief Executive Assistant,
r five years. He was fiercely
the legal documents for the reverse t
sofa, looking at Frank. A wave
th, the CFO-who is secretly working for Georgina-is going to frame him for ste
n. He froze. The gold nib pressed so hard into the
onto Frank, but his mind was spinning with
er the intense stare. "Boss? Is
rn paper and handed the folder back. "No error. Frank, effective i
his training kicked in. "Unders
usly low. "And Frank... put a shadow team on the CFO. Track eve
alized there was a traitor. He n
n the sofa, scr
ating the CFO? Did Frank secretly report something to him earlier? Or...
his coffee mug, taking a sip to hide his face. He co
ate landline on hi
r ID. His jaw clenched. It
the speak
ter, filled the room. It was
ed through the speaker. "Georgina was humiliated at the banquet to
he office tu
. The visceral terror of her past life-being screamed at,
d her knees, pulling herself into
we go back to the estate, Georgina will find a way to kill me.
. His blood ran cold, then boiled with a protect
of any filial respect. "Mother. We will come back tonight. But we
ore she could scream again, Angelo sla
slowly dropped to one knee, lowering his physical heig
is large, warm hands over he
ertainty. "Do not be afraid. I am here. No one is going to touc
lipped down her cheek. The storm was coming, but for the
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