The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire

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second, his grip loosening as she sag

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as torn at the side, and a dark, wet stain was spreading across his whit

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rican accent. Educated. He was playing

voice muffled but steady. "You're bleed

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to the bathroom, her steps measured. She grabbed

ofa. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed. H

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expensive fabric. She peeled the shirt back, exposing a

ribs. A gunshot graze. It was ugly

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zing up. His hand shot out and gripped he

arity jumped between them. It was sharp, sudden. Bet

down. It was j

tched her hands as she worked, cleaning the

e murmured. "You're over

or a burglar," she retorted

ow, rumbling sound that

ring it with a professional kn

looked at her, really looked at he

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pet," she said, pulling

g. The threat was gone, replaced by

. Not from fear, but from the strange