The Ex's Regret: I Became The Billionaire Hockey King's Doctor

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l a car, return to the Beaumont estate, and pack my essenti

r hit my bare shoulders. The chill acted as a welcome stimulant, sharpe

the main entrance, opting for the quiet, s

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ark hoodies vaulted out, flanking me with practice

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lent, lunging fo

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seized the opening, twisting my body with f

harp, titanium tactical pen disguised as a lipstick. I drove the met

ing his bleeding ha

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ivoted sharply out of his path, bringing the steel-reinforced

ural howl, collap

s toward the street. The second man recovered faster than ant

nch of his sweat and cheap cologne assa

ngth, I snapped my head backward, driving the hard b

eamed, releasing his hold instantly. I landed gracefully on the

on the concrete, my expression devoid of pity. T

ted toe of my heel firmly onto his uninjured hand. I applied a calcul