The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire

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our name?"

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of her neck. It annoyed her. Sh

m the staff-issued phone in her

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ater. The Butcher was here. And she

"You need to leave. Now

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a finger at the wardrobe. "Or jump out the w

cart and rushed

or clicked shut, he reached into

device. "Bring me a fresh

into the lobby level, smoothing her hair and checking her reflect

, trembling slightly. Dani was pacing back and

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man wa

dark suit that cost more than Betsey made in

t, That's him

t tipped over. "Welcome, Mr

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ray with warm, scented towels. She tried to

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