The Secret Tycoon's Sweet Vengeful Queen

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d straight into the master dressing room and

For two years, Dedric had insisted I wear them to protect our "wholesome family br

from the utility drawer, ripped the beige dresses off

bedroom door, followed by B

His team charter lands at three this afterno

ed back, dragging the bulging trash bag out into the hallway an

f the plastic bag with her mouth hanging open, but

led out a tailored, navy-blue pantsuit with a sharp V-neck jacket-the exact s

black stilettos, and walked past a stunned Brenda to drive

the institute lobby, the receptionist

ning, Direc

corner office, ignoring the startled stares from the jun

e with a stack of folders in her arms

my navy suit and red lips. "You look like you're abou

my desk and booted

dressing like s

s on the edge of my de

? Give me the word and I'll leak h

er on my desktop that had been gathering dust f

h that could extend an NHL player's prime by five years. Dedric had bullied me int

cuments to slide out of the laser printer, an

g this patent today under my ma

d and snappe

. Conside

biomechanical data, feeling the blood pumping

oon, my desk

courier at the front desk. He says

t-tall private security guard in a tailored black suit stood h

D badge, handed me a digital pad to si

t of the hallway

grow a brain and se

a seventy-year-old," I said, my pulse speeding up

tied the dark red silk ribb

entino haute couture gown in deep crimson silk, with a plungi

thick, gold-embossed black invitation

and read the bold, slanted handwriting: I told yo

s face flashed in my mind-how on earth had a benched player