Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ruthless CEO's Regret

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rested her fall, yanking her back from the brink with a jolt that rattled her teeth. The han

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oldering embers of her rage. The hypocrisy of it, the detach

yanking it free from his grasp with a ferocity that took him by surpris

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re reality. Every injustice of that dead world, every time she'd been robbed, beaten, or left for dead, s

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tary training, his predator's intuition, screamed at him that the small, trembling woman in front of him had just become a threat

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her smaller frame to her advantage, she pivoted, driving her elbow with brutal, practiced

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to swing her leg around. Her foot, clad in a simple

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vived firefights and corporate warfare, buckled. His leg gave o

to watch the commotion. Phones were already com

leeting moment, the sight of him, brought low and kneeling before her, sent a wave

tical curiosity. He wasn't thinking about the pain or the humiliation. He was dissecting the attack. He k

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n that moment, Chloe Gates ceased to be a name on an employee roster to him. S

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