The Billionaire's Runaway Genius Heiress Fiancee

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ticed tears. She pressed her face against Julian's arm. "She's doing it again, J

risa's shoulders. He shot Annabell a look

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ck. The sharp edge of the binding sliced cleanly across Etha

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ripped the canvas handle and pu

ng backward. She hit the floor with a hard, ungr

ged forward, his hand raised high

inside his guard, caught his descending

ping to his knees, his face contor

ed a trembling finger at the heavy oak doors. "You are done in this h

gether, a slow, deliberate motion. She reached into the p

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ice dripping with fake concern, though the triumphant

e pushed open the heavy carved doubl

nt on the marble, and pushed open the front doors

ly. Annabell pulled her hood up. There was no grief in

her leg over the heavy, modified motorcycle waiting

the quiet, wealthy rain-slicked streets of the Upper East Si

ot forward into the curtain of rain,

ight danced across Harrison Dixon's aged face. His fingers, tr

forward. He handed over a top-secret do

first page. He saw the address of the Richm

table. The crystal glass tipped. Amber whiskey spill

Sir. The target... the girl. She was t

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ng down at the rain-drenched grid of Manhattan. "Lock down

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