The Perfect Victim: Playing The Billionaire's Game

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nto a baring of teeth. She whispered somet

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at cut through the noise. "You're so worried about last night. Is it be

ked. Her eyes widen

. "You think Isadore Grimes is a god? I

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him. She didn't stop. But she trailed a hand along the back of a velvet chair near hi

s flared. His eye

look. Panic flar

was freezing. She walked to the railing

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r yelled, sobering up insta

ing her dress. She looked at the glass do

to think she might. She needed to know if the mac