lked side-by-side down the wide, white
d piece of paper in her ha
the name written next to hers: Bronson Ramirez. The reality of
beside her. "Are you actually related t
his cuffs, his tone dismissive. "A distant branc
custom-armored Maybach wasn't just some forgotten relative. He was dangerous. He was hiding something massive. But right now, she needed a shield to block Warren'
k into the wa
rtier," Bronson o
ot necessary. The whole point of a cont
seat, his presence dominating the back of th
walk back into the Schmitt estate without a rock on your fi
a halt in front of the
ere already lined up at the glass doors, bowing
VIP room. Velvet trays lined with blinding, multi-m
She pointed to a simple, unadorned platinum ba
letely ignor
d up a breathtaking, three-ca
ee right there on the thick carpet. He reached out a
er arm. She instinctively tried to yank her hand back, b
r. It slid over her knuckle and settled perfectly
urning into hers. "This is th
awless pink diamond without blinking? He was either testing her greed, or he was so unimaginably powerful that he didn't care about exposing his lie. The sheer, ter
started vibrating vi
dug out the phone. The scre
tly froze over. She hit answer a
ged roar blasted through the speaker. "Ge
rly gone cryin
I'm coming back. But not to listen to your ba
and tossed the ph
ped a simple platinum band onto his own finger. He watc
ered, his voice low and steady.
hard. "No. This is my mess. I'
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