The Forgotten True Heiress Strikes Back

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combat, quickly raised his

, the impact sending a sharp pain through him

red with her finger once more. "Change your

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wrist broke, sweat beading his for

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frantic voice interrupted through her Bluetooth earpiece, saying, "Ms. B

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she dashed toward the

ure effortlessly jumping from a fourth-floor wind

intruder was a tall man. He moved

dodged and returned fire seamlessl

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thed a sigh of relief upon seei

the lookout tower.