The Neglected Wife's Billion Dollar Sweet Revenge

r Center, the sharp clicks of Julianne's high heels echoed fo

vator, caught up to her in three steps, and grabb

t her, his chest heaving. "You're coming with me to NewYork-Presbyterian right now. You are going to kneel in

s mouth to speak, but shrank

t arm and knocked his wrist upward using a sharp defensi

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ac glided around the corner and braked smoothly beside Julianne. Two tall men in

arpieces of the two guards told him these weren't ordinary hired m

stepped onto the running board, and

corners of Julianne's mouth lifted. "Alright. I've already prepa

ard, his heart ski

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ompany." Julianne's voice was soft. "After all, once to

ed door shut with a solid

ing two black rubber marks on the concrete a

suit jacket. A wave of suffocating loss of control surged up his thr

ushed forward holding out a handkerch

ved his assi

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Queensboro Bridge and drove straight through the guarded VIP ga

7500 ultra-long-range private jet with a twin-win

rding stairs in a khaki jumpsuit, waving a sate

media servers are locked in, and every IP address belonging

step. At the cabin door, she looked back once

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ptic cables across the country, flooding every major news app, soci

ne sat down in a cream leather armchair as a flight

ck gray clouds into the bright sunlight at forty thousand feet, while down below in New York