The CEO's Runaway Wife and Secret Heir

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e," Hart said. It

out," Camisha replied, staring at th

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flickered and died. The emergency brake

swallow

the sound of ra

... h

d turned on the flashlight.

rner, sliding down to the floor. H

mis

.. air...

She had panicked once in a closet

e her. "Breath

ed. "I have to

e. Alfred i

tand... he needs..." Sh

abbed her hands. They were ice cold. "Ca

ed, tears streaming down her face

p twist of envy. She loved that boy so much. He wished someo

rt said, his voice roug

s wide and vulnerable in the h

back on. The eleva

ened on the

Hart kneeling on the floor, holding Cami

ares," Isadora announced loudly, ignoring th

of indifference back on. He drop

e toward

checked her phone. Five mi

d the hou

orry. Miss Isadora... she came back early. She said Mr

where?" Cami

ng about the clif

pped the ph

building. Hart was

ands on his window. "She

ow. "Calm down. She proba

s! He's three years old! H

meeting,

t her phone. Her fingers trembled as sh

the screen

illegal offshore transfers Hart's father had made ten years

e. "Where did

t my son back right now, I will email this to the IRS. I swear t

her eyes. She wasn't bluffing. This wasn'

," Hart

driver. He pushed the Maybach to

e scenic overlo

rdrail, holding her phone up. Leo was sitting on the railing. The wind was whip

tie!" Isador

n't wait for the car to stop ful

"Oh, relax. It

the rail and crushing him to her ch

ed at the drop. He look

nervously. "Har

ac

Isadora across the face. It w

, clutching her cheek

sha, who was shaking, holding her son like he

ly quiet, "I will destroy the Roth family. I will pull e

d. "But... I

u?" Har

Camisha. "Get

misha spat. "I'm takin

al has changed. You have the evidence