Reborn to Burn: The Heiress's Revenge

tors and private security guards, leading a convoy of black Range Rovers st

c auditors and security personnel in dark suits. Inside the open main hall, Celesta Davenport was sitt

ging all these strangers into the

If I don't pull them out today, tomorrow this house m

early ten years, trembled slightly, the silver spoon on his tray clinking against

ng the name Zamora makes you ev

ickly bowe

as only worried the sudden noi

that the secret shell account you opened in Jers

rner of his eye twitched violently. At a raise of Alexis's hand, the lead auditor steppe

two hundred thousand dollars flowed from a hedge fund linked to Zamora

ck, staring at the butler who ha

s true? Have you b

on the Persian rug, cold sw

olby threatened me! He said if I didn't hand over the Master's study

pot blueprints of the main estate's security cameras to him, wa

ck of collapsing wooden beams rang in her ears. For three whole seconds, she couldn't hear a sound, digging her fingernails deep into her palms until the stin

ys, and electronic devices. Hand him over to the Manhattan Distric

hall. The remaining dozen maids and bodyguards stood dead silent, not daring t

al period, while personnel authority remains in my hands. Everyone will sign a Level-3 background check agreement. Anyone who refuses can co

muttered under his breath, "Miss, we've worked for the Davenport family hal

ight at him withou

nt gardener, and you undergo review starting tomorrow. I rem

then lowered his head. The res

r you sa

m the sofa and grabbed

Colby? You screamed about fire in your room all

mother's fingers pressin

just awake. From now on,

mahogany desk. The red light flashed twice and beeped sharply. She pried loose a button-sized high-sensitivity listening device. Star

he Sharpe family annual charity gala tomorrow at 8:00 p.m. at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, followed by a private text: "Your battle gown has been