The Genius Doctor's Perfect Fake Death

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screen. A text message from Augustine, the director of St. Jude Medical Center, sa

lected against the dark glass of the termin

at her. It was flawless. It was be

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rp black suit stepped out. He didn't look around. He wa

to the left lapel of his suit was a dark

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of the luggage cart. She squeezed until the joints in her

topped two feet

was flat, entirely devoid of e

. She dragged a breath of cold Ne

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on his heel, walked to the rear of the Mayb

re filled with wet cement. Every step was an agonizing ef

ze was drawn through the half-lowered w

it that fit his broad shoulders perfectly. His head was b

his jaw. She saw the faint, pale scar

ribs. It was a brutal, painful

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ath who had driven her to fake her own death in a

veins turned to ice. She stood frozen on the pave

ched. The hesitat

nnoyance. He lifted his head. His

y, and entirely unforgiving-colli

high-pitched scream. She dug her fingernails so deeply into the palms of her hands that

liar face. His dark eyebrows pulled together in a sl

ng. He knows. He sees

sed. They felt

ed by utter indifference. He looked away, his atten

low, arrogant rumble that vibrated right thr

spine, instantly soaking the thin fabri

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e looked right at her and

ounded her. She locked away the terrified girl named Asha and pulled the arr

ard to take her luggage. She ducked her hea

leaving exactly half an arm'

nd her. The loud thud severed al

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owly. She looked straight

asantries. He only cared if she was worth th

ar, and she could not affo