Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

Chapter 7

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clean through the marble reception desk, and then at Slade Kn

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ing to the surrounding crowd. "I've decided! She has to be my Third Sister-in-Law! Third Brother is always sick

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is arm toward the private elevator. "Mr. Commodor

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“After years of being their adopted daughter, Alison was unceremoniously kicked out by the wealthy Bryan family to make room for their newly found biological daughter. They gave her one hour to pack, tossed a fifty-thousand-dollar card on the table, and told her to get out of their lives. She left quietly, returning to her secret life as "The Surgeon," a top-tier underground doctor who charges eight figures per consultation. But the Bryans weren't done. Later that evening, they ambushed her outside a luxury hotel. Assuming she was there to beg, her adoptive mother threw a $100,000 check at her in front of New York's elite. Her adoptive father and sister loudly accused her of being a greedy, ungrateful wretch, deliberately trying to humiliate them in public. They looked at her like she was trash, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just saved a billionaire's heir in that very hotel. They thought their dirty money could buy her silence and dignity. How could they be so arrogant when their perfect family was built on a mountain of filthy lies? Alison didn't take the check. Instead, she tore it to shreds in front of the flashing cameras. "The Bryan family's money is dirty," she announced calmly. Then, she publicly exposed the mother's affair and revealed that their precious "real" daughter was actually another man's bastard. As the Bryan family's reputation instantly collapsed into ashes, the most powerful man in Manhattan watched her from his Rolls-Royce, utterly captivated.”