The Lethal Heiress: Too Late For Regret

vals terminal slid open. A blast of

ge cart. On it sat a heavy,

crowd waiting behind the velvet ropes. Her eyes locked

oni suit. He checked his Patek Philipp

t. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled. She

formed. A wide, bright smile stretched across

out. Her voice was h

lunged forward to pull Ashlee

k. Her body reacte

She slid half a step to the left. The move

closed arou

ed floor. Averi let out a sharp gasp. She stumbled awkwardly, her arm

her eye, Ashlee s

f-hidden behind a concrete pillar, two men held lo

in deep annoyance. He took long strides fo

ee. His eyes were

voice low so the surrounding people couldn't hear. "You humiliate your

p and pulled off

r gaze was completely dead. It was the loo

ightly. He felt a sudden

at and bored. "The guy on the right has a Sony Alpha 1. You paid them to be he

rigid. His breath h

uld she possibly know the exact c

She grabbed Finley's sleeve. H

een living in those horrible places in Eastern Europe.

her head. She

the distance between them. She stopped

ght. She looked up

scent of cold rain and

barely audible, but it carried the weight of a loaded

of pure, physical terror crashed over her. Her hands started

feur uniform hurried o

me take your bag

al duffel on the cart. He grabb

g didn

ace turned red. The veins in his neck bulged. The bag barely lif

She pushed th

tensed, and she lifted the heavy bag off the cart in one stead

tretch Lincoln. She tossed

allic slam echoed in the parking garage. The entire r

itched. He star

or open herself. She slid into the spacious cabin. She sat directly in the

r signature on the trust fund documents

he car. They sat on the rear-facin

e door. The heavy th

smell of expensive leather and Averi's s

led out of

lee. How were your years in Eastern E

nst the headrest. She closed her

rdened. He looke

flew across the screen. She was texting her friends, c

suburbs of Boston. Hundred-year-old oa

and stopped in front of massive wrought-iron gates.

eyes. The hunt w