Reborn Princess: Burning Her Scornful Crown

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swinging his legs, kicking the table

milk. As he poured it into h

oded across the table, cascading ont

didn't look sorry. He

from his tablet. " acciden

he would have run upstairs, crying, blaming

to

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silent. The

oked at Fiona, confus

her voice steady and sharp a

ked at Bra

his tablet. "Fiona, don't b

ot handle a milk pitcher, how will he handle the Crown? The media i

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red. He glared at F

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n you say it,"

to fists. He looked up,

a napkin. "Lee, bring me the household ac

's pocket for years, hesitated. "The... accoun

him. "If those books aren't on my desk in ten minu

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ty thousand dollars. Lab

page and sent it to the encry

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ank. The animal yowled in

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utton, the screen's reflection shielded by the shadows of the veranda. She captured it a

he grabbed the slingshot from his

med. "That was mine

animals?" Fiona grabbed his shoulder, spinning hi

He tried to b

his time. She sla

a spot on the pavement under the direc

o that! I'm

ave a video of you torturing a cat. T

he already understood what bad press

going o

the French doors, his face th

fake tears. "She threw my t

, glaring at Fiona. "H

her phone. She

Jimmie laughing a

a felony in some states. Imagine the headli

the video. His

adoration in his eyes flicke

the b

says, Jimmie," Br

mie gasped

looked at Fiona. There was a new emoti

athy," Fiona said.

the house, leaving