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Married to the Coldest Media King

Chapter 8 8

Word Count: 578    |    Released on: Today at 17:02

perfume and judgment. The Great Hall had

ing tray. Her hand was shaking again. The adrenaline

as in the VIP section, surrounded by men in gray suit

lanked by three women whose husbands h

me nerve, I

an's clutch fell to the floor, spilling her c

woman snee

uel, high-sc

to pick up her thi

ision. A man's hand, hol

rland's best friend a

od up and winked at her. That dress is genius, by the way. Gar

for Ivana to hear. The

rison said. Let's

ce of the exhibit-a massive 19th-

s is the Mcknight donation, she announced loudly

rifted over, standing at th

ent four years studying art history at the Sorbonne. S

knew the

closer to

ana challenged. Or is it

s watching her. His eyes were

just a pretty face in a tarp

ake, Dyl

tly. The museum curator, s

aughed nervously.

ppraisal. The real one. The provenance records show it was sold to a private collector in Dubai three years ago. What you have here is the Mcknight family's very

om was

ainting was fake, the tax deduction her father had

is whiskey. He looked a

ting, h

throat. We... we will

e, unadulterated hatred. You w

tuary of the ladies' room. Her legs were trembling

, he didn't look away. He

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