Reborn Heiress: Rejecting The Biker Ex

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tip of his cane striking the wood with

one meant to intimidate the entire room. "You attempted to frame Harrington MC before an Alliance Arbitrator. Under hig

rator, he couldn't act without indisputable pr

rrogant face and let ou

ent Gardner, did you really think I built a

"You're just Glenn Austin's daughter! You inherited a bunch of grease-monkey garages and lu

t him with

out a sleek, encrypted black USB drive, and walked st

ster terminal and tapped three

reen mounted above the m

network," I said, turning to face the room as the d

gers, logistics routing maps covering fifteen states, exclusive distributio

er, highlighted in bold red numbers,

420,

men inhaling shar

ues clattered to the floor. Even Arthur took half a

jaw hanging loose as his knees buckled. "That'

beer and playing tough guy," I said, my voice cutting through his crumbling sanity. "You thought I spent fourteen hours a d

Hubbard, whose face had t

ontract to protect herself from a backwater club that can't even clear five million?" I asked,

ne slipping slightly. The brutal reality of what he

tform, Bernadette let out

r hair like a madwoman. "She's just a dirty mec

floor and pulled a stamped, notarized billing l

ast three years, every designer dress, every piece of diamond jewelry, and every private spa day you charged to Calhoun was ac

her eyes dilatin

minutes ago," I whispered. "You're not just Donovan's widow tonight, Bernad

lutching her chest as her entire worl

d up and look

pulation, and financial parasitism is on the screen. As an independent operat

er powers, Harrington MC's territorial expansion permi

y years in twenty seconds. His eyes b

ough for his spit to hit the floor near my boots. "You're still

I smiled, my eyes gleaming with reckles

and raised my voice for th

bleed my family's legacy," I announced, "I

t, pathetic spark of gree

ished it

erground logistics network directly to the All

ors swung op

ron Eagle road captains, was Victor Sullivan-