The Ice Queen's Secret Superstar Husband

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ged off his suit jacket. He threw the expensive

nked his tie loose, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dre

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ed away from the window, walked

nto the room. He was holding his phone up

, speaking a mile a minute. "And you

his back on Simon and walked over to the marble wet bar. H

d the phone screen directly

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. He turned his head and took

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way her eyes devoured him. He saw the desperate, hungry

her's face. He raised his thumb and ge

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second. The camera panned slightly

. The smile vanished from his face.

-definition image of her wrist. Resting right beneath the glaring diamonds was

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irl in a black mask and thick glasses had been crushed against the barricade. When the crowd surged, she had dropped that

ing sharp and dangerous. He tilted his head slightly

on. His voice was terrifyingly

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ark laugh. The sound ec

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y glass. He took a slow sip

d. "Do nothing.

odded and backed out of the roo

pulled his phone from his pocket a

ordered, his voice tight. "Find a girl in a black mask and thick glasses by the barricade. Track her movements

tal trail was flawless, leading directly to a massive fan account. He opened the X

posted exactly two minutes ago. It was just

in the back of her car, furiously typing, completely

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