The Playboy's Unplanned Heirs

rneath him had whispered something into his ears. Was it Tiffany? Or Tr

ou know the way out." He said coldly as he tossed a wad of

y what she'd just heard. "Really? That's i

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mmon whore Da

and Don't make m

up his phone a d Walked towards the massi

sfaction, power, even boredom. B

woman had left. Once again, silence em

glance at the screen h

th

he knew better. William Reyes didn't

eeth, Damon an

preamble. "You're thirty-three years old. The boa

ing he wasn't already annoyed. "Get

ou need an heir. A legitimate one. Otherwise, th

cousin, Brent, would burn the empire to the gro

ed mercilessly. "Either you announce a we

interest in an

off the company, proper

use

u don't give me an heir, you have abso

ne wen

a hand through his dark hair. Marriage? To some

hance i

an h

the strings of

he could

t there was a woman desperate enough for money, desperate enough to

e damn s

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n had already ma

Armani, arrived at the penthouse just

folder onto the table. "I want a surrogate. Discreet. Preferabl

You make it sound like

muttered under his breath. "This is

he mother?" Peter

skyline behind him. "Draft a watertight contract. No attachments. No custody fi

d him. "I know someone who can help. Quiet

coffee with a sharp snap

in his chair, staring at the empt

ture

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him the way his mother had betray

o this on

utely no one-wou

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g room, her hands twisting in her lap. The harsh fluorescent light

face. "The surgery will cost around twenty million dollars, Ms.

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, no insurance, no rich relatives coming to save her. Aside the

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