Wrong Room, Right Billionaire: Ultimate Revenge

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ie had already removed her oversized Chanel sunglasses, her makeup

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ripping with venom. "Ten years together, and the cow

s with his father picking out custom tuxedos for our official engagemen

t nerve. "Your sick little brother is a bottomless money pit, Gidget. The Muellers are a

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rage. "Are you insane? That's your brother's life-savin

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the atmosphere inside the executive boardroom of t

ch, our team hit a roadblock with the street cameras. The woman left wearing your private ca

air. The faint dark circles under his striking blue-gray

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nd word to our medical networks. The moment a young woman matching he