Reborn Heiress: Reclaiming My Monster Billionaire

sed her trembling fingers and pressed the

lip dress. The rough synthetic fabric was digging painfully into her thigh

laugh came fro

ddenly l

s. His gaze swept over her cheap dress without any attempt at concealment, like a man glancing

ed off the sun visor, then

ooked bac

e. Heavy black eyeliner smudged, giving her a panda-like appearance. Her lips were adorned with a sticky, fluore

truck her brain

ed the previous night. The woman painted an ugly mask on her face, handed her a tacky dress, and sweetly proclaimed it was the most fashionable attire in high society. Desperate and naive, Ginny actually belie

led up. Her neatly trimmed nails dug deep into her palm

breath for three heartbeats, and then hissed out through her teeth. She sealed away her bur

panic had vanished. Her deep pupils

ed the back of Silas's leathe

ile ahead." Her voice was

nd rolled his eyes. "No way. Mrs. Anya

back of the seat. She unleashed the powerful aura she had honed through ten years of brutal workplace

dangerous voice, "pull the car ov

heavy, chilling sense of authority. It was utterly unbelievable. How could a poor kid from a trailer park act like a CEO ruthlessly eliminating dissent? A chill ran down his spine, the hairs on his neck standi

hout permission. T

ing over gravel, and veered off the highway, rol

pinched her toes painfully, and she stepped into the scorching California sun, but she di

steering wheel, cursing under his breath as he

d straight to a row of stainless steel sinks, put her hands under the sensor faucets, and let the cold wa

nd. She began to scrub, her fingers digging deep into her pores, trying to remove the heavy, oily fou

ee times until th

pressed it hard against her face to absorb the moisture. Sh

ng rubbed, and the marks of friction made her slightly flushed,