Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Savior

the sliding glass doors

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n the emergency room of Manhattan General, D

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pressing her hands into his grandfather's chest. The way he

knuckles was a streak of dried blood. It wasn't his. It

weight of guilt se

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eat snapped the last thre

and kicked the wooden d

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mped, spinning aroun

animal. She shoved Ricky hard in the chest

er body. Her hands shook as she gently laid her grandmo

is shock. His face twis

ised his heavy fist, stepping forward

footsteps echoed

He appeared in the doorway

nto the scene. He move

ght Vernon's wrist in mid-air. His large hand

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ped forward, his broad shoulders completely b

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ing elbow. He adjusted his pris

Daxton said. His voice was deep, calm, and

nked, stunned

t Daxton. "Who the hell are you?

at him. He simply raised

d into the doorway, crossing their ar

n looked at the Guthrie family as if he were