The Cold Billionaire And The Broken Doll

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as she turned and walked away

type: foreign investors, cartel contacts, billionaires who pl

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of scotch in his hand. His presence commanded silence. Tall, tailored

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hen there were his eyes. Icy blue. Cold enough to freeze you in place, yet sharp enough to see through your lies, your weaknesses,

He was the kind of man who made billion-dollar deals with a glance and buried empires with a smile. Th

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