Julian Kensi
the screenshot on his phone,
ith a delicate white-gold body chain. And on the
cr
n boardrooms for a decade. And Andrew was supposed to be proposi
pose to someone else, sending him a screensho
that
nd I'll destroy yo
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oe, if he remembered correctly. But
d no
uld see the corner of a bed. A man's s
o him. But Andrew was trying
hell is
Andrew's threat. He was just confused. And a little annoyed-someone
d his as
about her-where she lives, who she sees,
lancing at t
m jewelry made with our crest
looked at the i
ed by shadow. All he could see clearly was the delicate chain on her
you playing,
toward the window. He would wait for the rep
ndrew's arm. Her voice was a soft, practiced murmur of conce
d away fro
as the first time he had ever done it. His mind was a maelstro
and anger crossed her face before she expertly ma
He stared at his phone, his thumb hovering o
oached them. Her voice was a low, urgent hiss. "Andrew, the
ust about feelings. It was a massive, expensive p
On one side was his sister's potential "fall from grace.
uncertainty. He dialed
ad changed into a chic day dress. The background was the apartment's
breezy, as if she were genuinely on her way to
really going to meet him?" Andrew's voice was hoarse, lac
head, her expression one of pure innocence. "You're busy
ocative words from the phone. Her nails dug into
m coming home now. You will not go anywhere until I get there. If you do,
rogant power of the Sterling heir. It
ed. A true, victorious smile. Sloane
, her voice dripping with fake reluctance. "I'll wait for you at
up, cutti
stunned faces of Sloane and Sharon. "The e
Everything she had planned, all the publicity, all o
iver and head of security, Leo Foster, his voice c
ssional, however. Her mind was already racing, ca
without a backward glance, leaving chaos
a's phone-a camera Eva had arranged to have place
" she murmured, her
Sloane like glue. A woman whose plans have just b
her initial shock now rep
us and ready to interrogate her. But she was
pped back into the green silk nightgown. She sat down on the
ief, violent tantrum in her dressing room, wiped h
ed was the directo
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