Too Late: The Secret Heiress Strikes Back

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ed message forwarded by Winston: the family board had issued an ultimatum, threatening to revoke all sponsorship funding from the Kensington hockey franchise today unless I f

ver Maybach pulled up to the curb ahead. Beatrice stepped out,

y expression froze as she took in my bespoke suit an

heels, blocking the sidewalk, and glared dow

ade down Newbury Street wearing clothes you

iately drew the attention of pas

coffee, and looked at my former mother-in-la

rob. Beatrice raised a manicured hand and p

you in off the streets when you had nothin

trice. They huddled together, whispering behind their hands and cas

eness!" Beatrice barked, puffing up her chest as the crowd grew. "Other

osing my cold blue eyes. My lips curved as

ewalk crowd. "Beatrice, did you forget whose anonymous capital injection plugged

ss her eyes as the surrounding socialites gaspe

woman off the street!" Beatrice shrieked, waving wildly at

to block me. Before they could speak, I reached into

s, I extended it toward the store manager

every new-season piece in thi

and pointed straight a

acklist. I never want to see her set

rd's private serial code and sucked in a sharp

away,

y guards pivoted on their heels and stepped directly in

n! How dare you touch me!" Beatrice screamed, s

d her forcefully off the boutique's entrance steps, dumping her onto

ooking down at Beatrice sprawled on the br

you look right

h the glass doors, flanked by bowing sales associat

ther-bound catalogs the manager placed on the

ncrypted employment contract from Winston for the Ch

Serena Montgomery across the digital signature

ation was temporarily stayed under my authority, placing t

r to run the tab without bothering to have the

ed in the cool afternoon air, stepped to the

Beacon Hill. There was one last item inside that house-a vintage sapphire necklace