BENEATH THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET

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ation, and there was only one person who mig

and if Vasquez Hotels was still looking for him, convincing him to talk would be a challenge. Still,

d documents she had gathered-wasn't enough. Vasquez Hotels was powerful. She needed something irrefutable, something

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one knew she was here-except Jor

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didn't let her guard down just ye

him.

r and let him in. "H

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narrowed. "Ar

apartment was trashed, I knew you'd go into hiding.

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his face, looking exh

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s been living off the grid, but I con

her jacket. "T

na. If Vasquez's men are looking for h

gaze. "I'm d

odded. "Then let's

. They parked a block away and approached on foot, sticking to the shadows. Elena

times on a side door.

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bout Vasquez Hot

moment later, the

dust. A single lightbulb swung from

old computer parts. His dark b

u

forward. "We n

augh. "I don't help

his arms. "Then

to Elena. "Because

hitched. "You w

. Until I realized what

aptop, opening Dante Vasquez's email. "I ne

the screen, his

ng moment,

ow what you'r

tightened. "

he reached under the table and

as ever

step closer. "

k transactions. Bribes. Emails that prove Vas

pounded. "An

d. "He found out too much

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ive, gripping it tig

le. "You're brave. But

aze. "No. But t

st time, she tr