The Genius Heiress' Ruthless Divorce Revenge

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onto Harlow with a heavy, suffocating pressure

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ent gesture. Marcus instantly clamp

"Who are you? And how do you know those num

idently to the center of the room and sat down on th

ing was originally designed by me anonymously years ago. I know exactly where its fatal flaw lies. By reverse-engineer

at in the single armchair opposite her. His

tz said coldly. "My time

o be my divorce attorney. I need you to crush Be

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mockery. "This is Wall Street. Not a marriage co

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ge, I will play the role of your perfect girlfriend. I will handle

ned over, placing both hands on the armrest

nt of cedarwood cologne radiating from his skin. Her he

my grandfather?" Fitz asked. His vo

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