Sorry, Ex: I Am The Real Billionaire Heiress!

n Brid

the boutique, drawing every sales associate in t

llowed Dalvin's pointing finger down to my faded T-shirt, my sc

serious matter. Do you have concret

at Dalvin, the cold scrutiny in her

e could a penniless college janitor walk into the B

s chin raised with

sneered beside him, waving h

. Why would people of our status waste time framing a garbage

onds before turning fully toward me, her

uickly, I must ask you to cooperate and al

straight and looked ev

let you search my

you and call the police depar

, the four security guards took a synchronized step forward,

f you didn't steal anything, why are

ing with excitement as he waited to w

rin, and the corner of my mout

I'll co

der and tossed the bag directly onto the pol

en merchandise inside my bag, both this store and the two people

t the sharp edge in my

at how calm I sounded, yet one look at the cheap,

l personally apologize to y

on a pair of white inspection gloves, and unzipped the mai

ecks forward, their faces practi

the bag and turned it completely upsi

he table. Only three worn law textbooks, a cheap plastic ballp

n his face. Refusing to ac

! She definitely hid the small bottl

loved hand inside the canvas bag, and

ts slid out from the pocket and struck the pristin

ck titanium American Express Centurion Card and a solid gold emblem of a s

r the salon, so heavy yo

is head back and burst into even

? You actually went to a flea market and bought a fake pl

r mouth and snort

on that ugly bird looks chea

ster froze as if a bolt of lightning had struck the crown of

n at the Rosewood Golden Eagle emblem, her breath cat

ers, she could never mistake that crest-it was the personal sovereign seal of the Bridges fa

gleaming on the black titanium card bes

tiny in her eyes had vanished without a t

boutique, the proud penthouse manager bent her waist into a tre

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