Claimed By The Uncle: My Sweet Revenge

ut off. The sudden silence i

othing the front of his jacket. He looked n

st, immaculate in a charcoal grey su

er, Adeline

's jaw

had been stitched on her body. Her hair was damp, combed back

ked out. "What the hel

rnum. She looked at King. He was pouring hi

mentary clauses of the pren

linked. "That's for the

on't trust your legal team with the Golden Media equit

very ounce of hatred she felt for the ma

. potential risks, Preston," s

the damp hair, the early hour-but the fear of h

d. "Right. Thank

ince you're here. The Macau investm

m his face so fast he looked like a

don't want to see anything

was gone, replaced by the trembling of a scolde

have a meeting. Silas, driv

ckly, stepping toward Adeline. His hand

Adeline's sleeve. For a second, the air i

derstands the gravity of the equity

e," Preston said, misinterp

ocating. Preston stared at her

t wait. He grabbed her wrist, his grip bruis

ston hissed, shoving her toward the valet stan

evator bank. King was standing in the shadows of the l

vior. He was her weapon. And weapons di

line said coldly. "You just sign what

Wait until you see Carmella. Then

into the back

y, King touche

the empty air. "I want Preston's offsh