My Billionaire Boss's Secret Heir

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walked on. Nobody told him no. Nobody challenged

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punch. I felt exposed. H

on his desk like one o

wasn't a question. His s

ed. Without another word,

ion. I didn't ask if I co

t Blackwell Enterprises, I walked out of Eth

y small office. I slammed the door shut

felt su

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my father-the drunk gambler who never st