Rejecting The Tycoon: My Secret Billionaire Life

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rypted audio recorder from his briefcase and handed it

put in the single earbud and pressed play. Her grandfath

the greed that had consumed his own son. He couldn't trust any of them, he said. Only h

protective shell." Kerr Ward's name and power would keep the vul

this is the last thing your grandpa will ever ask of you

little recorder clenched tight in her fist. Something soft and vuln

ettling back into place like a mask. She remo

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. He quickly produced the inheritanc

ey or the power. It was for the old man's last wish. She uncapped a pen and si

in hall, Arthur, Eleanor, and Can

Arthur snarled. "I'm warning you,

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s burning with a hatred so

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e pointed a trembling finger at her, sput

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e back of a chair. "Shut your mouth, you country freak!" he spat, hi

rand staircase, her demeanor suggesting she was merely informing them of a settled fact before

e, appreciative smile. This girl had fire. He was getting more and more curious about the source

He turned to the sputtering Solomon family. "Legally speaking," he stated, hi

elusions. Arlie's reluctant acceptance, followed by her immediat

of power was complete. The battle for