The Billionaire's Scandal

l draft of her exposé, the one that would send shockwaves through Blackwood Industries

me when you knew you were about

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her side of the room. "I mean, you're calling one of the richest men in America

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, suspicious offshore accounts, and a long list of employees conveniently silenced

, what's the plan? Hit publish, chan

Blackwood finds out. Maybe I'll even send him a fruit bas

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t was a full-blown attack. A public execution,

e writer, Ava Carter,

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. "Sir, um... are you planning

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ext morning, working on her next story when the t

pen, and every s

reaking.

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ed on he

ll out of her chair. "Oh. My. God. Did you

calm. She refused to be intimidated b

r. Blackwood. What a surprise. Did you com

smile. "I considered it. But I pr

w, a billionaire who shows up instead of

ell me, Miss Carter. Was ruining my mornin

heart. I didn't ruin your morni

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