The Surgeon Heiress's Cold-Blooded Revenge

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to the table. He was a thick man wit

erment. Trespassing." He ticked them off on his fi

r throat was dry. "My

reak. He's got a doctor waiting to sign the 5

r's plan B. If he couldn't harvest her, he'd lo

lawyer,"

" Miller sneered. "And your

thur was out there. Probably handing a

ned. But it

ked pale. He looked like h

r," the Ca

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her!" the Capta

. They carried briefcases that cost more than Miller's annual

ic Mullen

collar turned up. He didn't look at the police

a problem on a balance sheet

allway. He sounded breathless. "Cedric! What

to push pas

rison wasn't big, but he stood like a

e. He looked at the cuffs

ys. His hands were shakin

She stood up. Her legs we

" she

nswer. He turne

im. She didn't

Cops were staring. Arthur was standing by th

ered. "She's... she's

He turned slowly

voice was low, vibrating through

he's my d

. "Now, she's my liability

at her.

question. It

d small. For the first time in

t him. She did

York night. A black car was wait

seat. It was warm. It sm

er. The door closed, s

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