The Discarded Heiress: Waking My Comatose Billionaire

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he elevator will take you down. For now, you stay here.

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. In the same motion she dropped to her knees beside the bed

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ere where you belong. Cause trouble before the board meets

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of his skull, turned it a millimeter to fi

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hands didn't move. She pushed the fre

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