Deceptive Love: Why Did My Cold-blooded CEO Want Me Back?

hed onto the plush sofa, the impac

with Vincent, his gaze laced

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s tone sharpening, "Mess

f his bathrobe, and began dressing, completely ignoring her

ived at the banquet, flanked by o

t joining us, does that mean you'

the air like a thin

nto her seat, a glass of liquo

crossed and a smirk that spelled trouble

r-now, if she wanted the deal to go through

ng the fire of the liquor b

rink with enthusiasm. "I've heard so much about the stunning Miss

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recoil, Katherine took t

Jones," she said, throwing back th

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id against her calf, a calcu

discreetly shifting her leg away w

ed her looked on with growing c

ned with the haze of alcohol, everyone

ects of the alcohol, yet her

contract?" she asked, trying to

urprise. "Oh, dear! I left

from her chair to her shoulder, his

purred, "you come w

lence, all eyes on Katherine a

she forced a smile a

shoulder as they made their way upstairs,

secretary. Seems like he sends her to ent

though-have you

t'll take Alfred t

ed out of the room, his phone already in his hand

ries before the

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ath on the other end as he hurriedly detailed how Katherine h

t should I do? Should I call the poli

etched on the othe

and colder than ice-cut through. "No.

that left the assistant with a