The Jilted Stray Is A Zillionaire Heiress

t slid from her sleeve into her fingers. She gripped it tight,

auliflower ears, lunged forward. He reached o

ed the amethyst, aiming for the

sharp, authoritative cough

strike the guard-it deflected the hand of the second guard who was reaching for Eloise's shoulder, sending hi

broke out on the lead guard's n

hair. He wore a bespoke three-piece suit from Savile Row, tailored to ab

lpel. He wasn't close enough to touch any of them-but he didn't need to be. The mes

sing the vast foyer in seconds. In less than two heartbeats, the elite operatives swept the legs of the three Foreman guards. The s

ing. "Who the hell are you? This is pri

groaning guards, his cane tapping rhythmically agains

pectful bow that belonged to

is voice smooth and deeply respect

kind of sick joke is this? She's a nameless stra

d. He looked at Brenda as if she

k document bound in gold-embossed leather. He tossed it

To compensate the Foreman family for providi

rs, her eyes locking onto a text message from her private driver: 'Miss Kylie, the mechanic just called. You are incredibly lu

realizing the prophecy was absolutely real. Shaking, she then squinted at the cover page. Her breath

ion at the bottom-th

laugh. "A three-billion-dollar trust? You expect me to believ

and calmly picked the document back up. "If you refuse t

e lambskin gloves from his pocket. He offered them to her. "

ingers. She picked up the straps of her br

She tilted her head, looking at th

tely collapse," Eloise said, her voice devoid of pity. "

bbed a pair of heavy brass scissors from

in trench coats m

nds into their chambers echoed through the living room

attered against the floor as Eloise