The Orphan Heiress: Reclaiming My Stolen Life

lled across the lawns of Stephens Estate w

alm-sized computer. The estate's central security server looped a three-minute recordin

t, swapped her damp hoodie for her dry coat, and

ipe with one hand, dropped onto the first-floor awning without a sound, and landed lightly on the wet grass below. Mov

sly on the master bedroom door on the top floor

floor-to-ceiling window in a sharp charcoal-gray three-piec

IP suite is empty. Miss Elena bypassed all the infrared s

ch-black eyes narrowed dangerously. "Bypassed th

y team discovered that the main server was breached from the inside right before she left. Ev

en. Instead of anger, a look of intense fascination and possessive hunger r

n, and hacks through my firewall with one hand..." Gideon mur

l branch on Wall Street. The moment she uses a bank card or ele

Upper East Side, the glass towers of NewYork-P

Gideon's intelligence network would track any digital card, she pulled two crumpled dollar bills from her pocket, b

g a brass plaque reading: Dr. Harrison Jeffer

e two burly men in black suits standing guard outside Harrison's office. Pinned to the inside of their lapel

r carrying medical charts

urse sighed. "His assistant said it's almost the twe

red hundreds of millions of dollars in rewards, and all six brothers hav

oval black onyx locket hanging from a fine platinum chain around her neck. She had worn this locket since the

death, she had overheard a guard mention that black onyx carved wit

de. Dressed in a crisp white coat, Harrison walked ou

ht of the girl standing by the water cooler just as she took o

shrank to pinpricks. The sharp bridge of her nose and the curve of her dark eyeb

x thorn locket slipped out from the collar of

g past his two bodyguards, he sprinted down the corridor and stopped two feet

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