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ueezed out a few crocodile tears, her v

nce. "It's not just obsession. Five years ago, she was fired from her

ispers in the crowd turned to gasps of outrage. The looks d

glided onto the stage, flanked by her bridesmaids. She

venomous whisper only she could hear. "Yo

a sob. "Please," she begged the guests, "please find it i

Chelsey," she said, her voice carrying just enough to be heard by those

od up from her seat. "Security!" she shrieked, pointing a diamond-encr

tly moved onto the stage. They tried to grab Colette's arms

s voice, amplified by the ballroom's state-of

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in the ro

He had shed his black sweatshirt during the sprint, revealing

ut his grip on the wireless microphone he'

d his age. He was a tiny lion, ignoring the hundred

y constructed wall of composure shatte

climb it, and simply vaulted himself up. He landed on his feet and plante

lazing with a cold fire that was ut

, his voice ringing with absolute

y the sheer ferocity of this tiny

h. "And what is this?" she sneered. "Is this

a physical blow. A raw, animalistic

ngly calm. He raised the

steady, "you should check your son's finan

shock rolled t

otchy red, lunged forward to g

delivered a sharp, powerful kick directly to Presto

to her arms, holding him tight, her body a shield. She gl

leanor screamed at the guards. "Get that micr

und Colette and Leo. There was no escape. Colette hu

is mother's arms, he discreetly pressed a sm

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stal chandelier flickered violent

oom was plunged into absol

nic erupted f