Sorry, Ex: I Am The Real Billionaire Heiress!

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rdly to his side, falling back on vicious word

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s new Armani blazer, desperate to

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to apply for a night-shift janitor job. After all, pi

ns, the lingering anger in my chest vanish

to buy s

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loud, exaggerated laughter that

s left on your debit card? You couldn't eve

d my head to the security gua

go up

soured with impatience

y. Without a VIP Black Card, you

Hermès purse, pulled out a gleaming silver-and-gol

um VIP Card. We're going up to

attering smile in a split second. He bowed

Workman. Right

into the glass elevator. Just as the doors began to

rst floor and choke

ed shut, carrying th

climb. Reaching back into my canvas tote bag, I slid the matte-black

d up, stopping it two inches

is eyes registered the engraved Roman Centurion profil

limitless card in my hand to my faded cotton T-shirt and b

... this

shaking so badly he coul

go up

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opped into a rigid ninety-degree bow, col

med Centurion VIP! Right this

ocked the private executive express elevator right next to t

ithout a single stop. When the doors slid open, the rich sc

wn the hall toward the flagship luxury fragrance

ediately spotted the single bottle of Daybreak resting inside

s like morning sunlight, sitting right above

t of that central display

essed with this scent! Buy

m with both hands, her v

thousand-dollar price tag. The color drained from his chee

ced for the size. Why don't we look at th

smile, trying to steer

irm in front of a price tag he couldn't touch. A cold smirk tu