a Fros
is none of y
nim jacket pocket and stayed seated
off, as if she had just heard
of the Vale family-and sooner or later Alexander will be my husband. So what
d from my eyes. My fingers tapped
s Blackthorn Group, not y
o waste another word on her
her gaze raking over my faded denim ja
it a nerve? Alexander's taste h
ame way I would look
ut of
e, she raised her hand t
r. Let me teach
wnward, while my left foot snapped squarely against the back of her knee. Serena shrieked as h
ise your hand at
d my fingers clean in disgust, and dropped the used wipe o
nd the room was packed with white-collar employees in sharp business attire. My
d a simple salad and pasta and
died. Serena came storming toward me, clutching her wri
is bitch attack
at me, her feature
d in unison, looking at me as i
e corner of my mouth with a napk
stairs wasn't enough
the edge of my table, and heaved it upward. With a screech of scraping metal,
the floor and slid backward half a meter along with m
ll make sure you can't
k knife from an adjacent table
d. The guards turned pale, to
ightly aside, dodging the edge by a fraction of an inch, and my right han
m to haul her up and slammed her flat onto
o. Serena curled up on the floor, gaspin
m high heel and leaned down sli
ckthorn Group, not a pla
edge of the crowd. Alexander's executive assistant, Kevin,
standing over her, he nearly jumpe
hurt? The Boss is c
a's eyes bulged from the floor as if she had seen a ghost. The watch
ulled my foot back and glanced dow
xt from an unknown number: [The Matron is mis
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