He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

oved through Kensington Manor like a ghost, avoiding Liam, who was sleeping in the

, reviewing the architectural plans for the wasteland

open. Secretar

ered at Skye for five years. He carried a garment ba

not bothering with a greeting. "He expect

the velvet sofa. It sli

move to

he bag, then at

m a devastatingly busy man, Mrs. Kensingt

ly. She placed her

," she said. "Paid by the

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40% of that tru

on. It's grey. Seraphina picked it out.

lor for shadows. Seraphina was tr

her phone. She

Liam?" Lee mocked. "He

ry Lee's clearance codes immediately. I've flagged his expense accounts for a forensic audit regarding the unauthorized 'consul

hung

he "consulting fees"-money he had been funneling to Seraphina on Liam's orders, bu

wouldn't," L

, returning to her

fl

as hideous-a shapeless, frumpy grey sack with high lace collars.

s, the housekeeper who had ente

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He was pacing. Seraphina had texted him ten t

hell is Lee? He isn't answeri

he marble staircase echoed throu

His breath caugh

the stairs. She wa

wearin

trapless, hugging her breasts and cinching her waist before cascading down in a pool of mo

aves. She wore vintage diamond earrings

tten she could look like this. He

s voice hoarse. He tried to summon h

t stop for him. She walked past him toward the d

takes time

following her like a puppy.

door. The chauffeur

id simply. "He

into t

She fired his secretary? Since when d

lent. But for the first time in years, Liam was