The Untouchable Billionaire's Only Healing Touch

's eyelids like

had been split open with an axe. The adrenaline c

side of her own bed. Instead, her hand br

nt rush. The live stream.

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She was still in her red dress, though the silk was wrinkled and twisted arou

eam billowed out, carrying t

Phillips

ng to the hair on his chest, trailing down over defined ab

rious wreck from last night. He looked lik

e clear, cold, and calculating. He looked at h

said. His voice was

r around herself, a useless shiel

document, and tossed it onto the bed. I

said. "Fill in the amount on

late, but the blank line for the settlement figure was an i

he mirror to adjust his wet hair, "about the fact that I didn't thro

kness being exposed. The great Gerhardt Phillips, cured of his famo

er ignite in her chest.

document. "You thi

cially one who just nuked her own engagem

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look at the amount line. She ripped the doc

tti rain down on

lowly. His jaw ti

ive-foot-nine height. "I'm not a prostitute, Mr. Phillips. And I'm not a blackmailer.

ght hit her. A flicker of somet

ang. A sharp,

he hallway. "Dowager Helena is her

lips' penthouse the morning after her engagement imploded,

, then back at her. The cal

button. The heavy curtains slid

ed towa

ing the edge of the be

ing," he

She flinched, ex

re cool, his palm dry. He paused, waiting. She saw h

ng ha

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" he whispere

om door b

mand to know wh

d a cane that looked like a weapon stood in th

a Phillips. T

t's hand on Isa's shoulder to her wrinkled r

in front of her, shielding her slightl

gnition dawning. "The Faulkner girl? The one wh

loor to open up

low smile spreading across her fac

Gerhardt

ent. The board is meeting on Monday. They wa

e?" Isa c

ng to leave. "Or I freeze your ten percent. An

r click

's shoulder instantly. He looked a

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