Too Late For Regret: His Ultimate Downfall

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I only went to visit Eleanor to... to clear up

in front of Isabel, shielding her. "Gwen.

he told a woman with a severe heart condition that her life savings were

nough. Don't blame Isabel fo

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he mourners. She walked straight out of the funeral home and dr

gainst Isabel Goodwin, the request for security footage from the nursing home. T

penthouse. Her phone rang. The precinct.

home had experienced a "critical

ted by the Goodwin family's legal team. They've characterized your accusation as base

d her lips. Of course. The moment she had sa

vast apartment. At t

vate intelligence network known as The 'W' Collective-a secret she had kept even from Damien. She had built that network from scratch, a shadow organ

led to a number she hadn't contact

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Isabel Goodwin and the entire Goodwin family. Every shell corporatio

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bbing at her dry eyes. "Dami," she whimpered. "I'

n't worry. I'll handle the d

ed in Isabel's eyes, qui

l's face he saw. It was Gwen's, in that sterile room, her eyes blaz

eleted the record. She walked to the window and

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