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Chapter 4

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oss the paved driveway, vibrating t

raining of every last drop of color. "M-Miss... I am so terribly sorry! This

lighted laughter shat

ff! Look at it, it's prac

e, mocking joy. Behind her, Brenda and Warren followed closely, flanked by severa

like this out in broad daylight-do these people have no shame whatsoever? They probably rented the cheapest rust bucket they could find to p

ith the aloof superiority of a self-made local tycoon. Taking in the man's grease

ally with supreme confidence. Probably borrowed a client's wr

chest man in the district, he had owned dozens of high-end luxury vehicles throug

ng his head with quiet disdain. "Faking a luxury badg

rried toward the fallen door in a panic. "Sixth

is warning, Isadora had

nd. Without a word, she bent down with effortless fluidity, her slender fin

rist and a single hand, she lifte

ath caught violen

red fortress. A single door contained multi-layered composite plates and reinforced hydraulic locking brackets, weighing well over two hund

eet of armor appeared weightless-as though

reinforced steel pins cleanly into the chassis socke

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he door handle gently; it swung open and shut on its oil

e internal locking mechanism had slipped

sheer physical power; it was the terrifying, intimate familiarity with the mechanical architecture of a

tricate details of the armored plate. To them, she

eling entirely vindicated. "A hollow shell. Hel

ightening his jacket with newfound reverence, he bowed even lower

k. He carefully pulled out several velvet-wrapped, ornate gift boxes. Unfortunately, due to the heavy rear c

both hands, Uncle Lewis stepped up to Warre

y Master and Madam. They specifically instructed me to present them to you and Mrs. Shaw to express our family

shed boxes, and an expression of pure, u

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“For eighteen years, I was the unwanted orphan raised by the newly wealthy Shaw family. But at my farewell dinner, my adoptive sister Macy framed me for stealing her cheap designer necklace, just to humiliate me before kicking me back to the slums. "You ungrateful little rat! We feed you for eighteen years, and you repay us by stealing on your way out?" My adoptive mother screamed, violently tearing through my only canvas backpack to expose me. When she found nothing, she lunged forward to physically strip-search my coat, laughing that I wouldn't survive a single day in the gutter without their money. They even slapped away the ten-million-dollar parting check my real family's butler tried to hand them, sneering that they didn't need "poor people's garbage." I looked at the weak man I had called a father and the vicious women who had abused me, feeling the last microscopic trace of warmth turn to dead ash. They genuinely believed I was a helpless beggar who would freeze on the streets, completely unaware that the flawless diamond resting against my collarbone was worth more than their entire estate. They didn't know I was the only daughter of the ultra-powerful Beaumont dynasty, or that I held a legendary medical degree and a billion-dollar miracle drug in my bag. Tossing their pathetic frame-up into the trash, I stepped into my tactical convoy. "To the hospital," I told my butler. It was time to save a dying Wall Street billionaire and let the Shaws see what real power looked like.”