Disowned at My Engagement, I Became The Tech Titan's Savior

its hollow chill. Downstairs, the muffled noise of the ruined engagement p

e from the walk-in closet, letting

ased with Beaumont money. Her hands moved with terrifying precision, packing only the essent

Inside was a faded photograph of a younger Aurora laughing beside a kind-faced

backwoods who didn't belong in their world. They had absolutely no idea that the man in the photograph was a legendary surgical p

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between the layers of clothe

ly thrown open, slamming again

pled, his tie loosened, his eyes burning with suppressed rage.

oom, his heavy footsteps thudding against the rug. "The press is circling the entrance l

e folded a plain black shirt,

uriated him more than

n the Foley Group and Beaumont Enterprises is worth billions. I need those thirty percent shares from

doration that had once filled her green eyes

subtle leverage. Collin's fingers slipped off her sk

aring at his tingl

into a humorless smile. "So that's all I am to you,

e so dramatic! Ivy is your sister! She's fragile, and she felt guilty about taking yo

cted him, her voice flat and glacial

ted violently in his pocket. He pulled it out, a

fore the first ri

nough for Aurora to hear every word. "The reporters are asking such horrible questi

mation was i

y," he cooed into the receiver, his tone dripping with a gentle warmth he had never o

ger. He adjusted his gold cufflinks, loo

"Think about your future. When you're ready to be sens

heel and rushed down the hallway, his hur

ating back, her expressi

the mirror was the empty velvet ring box that had held her

phone and dialed

t ring, her voice frantic. "The livestream cut out right after you cla

as silk. "I need you to post a statement

ed. "What

one a perfectly calculated nai

n Foley and my adopted sister, Ivy Beaumont, clearly share a bond that goes far beyond sibling affection behind c

ssa's loud, hysterical gasp. "Oh my god, the shade! YES! I'm po

ended t

d out the side door, using the private service c

he exit, her hand opened. The empty velvet

y iron gates into the biting night air, he

ting Bombshell-Tags Ex-Fiancé and Adop