Sorry, Ex: I Am The Real Billionaire Heiress!

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d with custom white-tea fragrance, and the Italia

stood out starkly against the wealthy women c

s in tailored uniforms stood by the open entrance. The moment they sp

today? How did they let a s

r sharp, nasal tone carried clearly ac

ned my head, sweeping a flat,

snapped her mouth shut, though a second later she puffed out her chest

t walking, my pulse completely steady. Yesterday, a comment lik

of marble under her heels-and this entire luxury s

pocket. I pulled it out and saw a short

ty of the Bridges family. Remember, from today onward, you bow t

d drew a slow breath into my lungs, feeling the last

stride grew unhurried and grounded, walking through the grand concours

enter of the atrium, which went directly to the top-floor P

my foot to step inside, a broad-shouldered mall security gua

s strictly reserved for Black Card VIPs

ol, but the cold look in his eyes

er pocket of my canvas tote bag, my fingers closing

d out, a familiar, grating giggle e

canvas bag over there. Doesn't her back

black card inside my bag, and

d's shoulder, my gaze landed squarely on the couple st

ni casual blazer, his hair slicked back with gel. Delina wore a tight c

in surprise before his brows knitted t

like a stray dog that w

rched straight toward me wit

into the hidden pocket of my tote bag, a

themselves in front of me, there w

wered his arm and stepped slightly to the side, watchin

front of me and looked down

me all the way to Stellar Plaza? Can'

had lost his mind, my v

at could you possibly have worth stalking? The smel

right hand shot up into the air, ready to strike me acros

an inch, locking my cold eyes

ce and see w