The Stolen Savior: Her Final Breath

Lester Group wearing a conservative, high-necked black evening gown, her fa

as chief secretary Valerie Hayes walked over, holding a tiny, sequine

cted that you change into this

hest, her eyes brimming with open mockery. Dania didn't

ear trash

he hanger against Dania's shoulder. "You're nothing more than a discarded wife a

heir heads bowed, secretly exchanging amused glances as they waite

d pull her hand back, Dania grabbed the secretary's wr

ckled, dropping the red slip dress strai

u think you are to

nding a heavy slap across Valerie's heavily powde

certificate, I am the legal mistress of Lester Group! A cheap secretary

led backward on trembling legs, too terrified by th

ked out in a bespoke black tuxedo. Seeing him, Valerie im

er, your

g her a single glance, walking straight

th, smoothed down her black gown, and climbed into the back s

front of an unmarked, heavily guarded townhouse club in Chelsea. A valet opened the door, and Dania followe

nd aged whiskey, a tall, lean man stood facing the city skyline, swirling a cry

minutes late

aming a sharp face as his provocative black eyes

tossed the merger folder o

s requested. Sig

ank lazily onto the leather sofa, tapping hi

, Emiliano. I want to have a pri

er head toward Emiliano in sudden panic. Without a s

your

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him reach for the brass handle. Pausing with his back

is room without his signature, Kane Enterprises

ocking Dania inside as Freeman set his whiskey glass

or should I just

atory tension rolling off his tall frame made the air feel too thin to breathe. D

distance,

es. Freeman let out a low chuckle and braced one hand against the wall right beside he