The Secret Tycoon's Sweet Vengeful Queen

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lid halfway. "He knows people in their corporate PR department, so he

er samples on hand for celebrity shoots, and Crawford must hav

trouble for revenge, I can'

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black heels, I smoothed my hands down the cr

llarbone like a piece of jewelry, while the open back

amera shutters clicked like machine guns as spo

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d past the blinding flashes and stepped throug

acked with NHL franchise owners, billion

and scanned the room for Crawford's tall frame, bu

into the back hallways, I though

fountain parted as a burst of laug

et, surrounded by three corporate sponsors-with Kamryn clinging to h

I folded my free arm across my waist and wa

c turned his head and swept his gaze lazily

hand jerked, sloshing champagne over t

are, her fake smile tw

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eeve and marched straight toward me, his jaw

g a foot away and blocking me from the crowd. "And who th

of my champagne and sm

your date night w

npricks, his face draining o

grab my wrist. "Get in the car right now bef

loud enough to make two nearby reporters

edric, the night hasn

d him, his chest heaving with murderous rage

s across the grand ballroom suddenly dimmed,

gh the shadows and snapped directly on

it stepped slowly into the circle of light, looking down

n my throat as the

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