The Scapegoat Heiress: Havenwood's Reckoning

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forward from beside my adoptive father, Mayor Thompson. He

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m everything, stood beside him, his expression hardening int

mised me forever, was already at Veronica

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save himself, to appease GlobalCorp, who I knew were al

my arm, his

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ture of fear and disgust. He, too, b

, tears stinging my eyes. "Et

sound. "After all the trouble you've ca

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g them that GlobalCorp would help Havenwood rebuild, that justice

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d, the image of the dying Founder's Oak burned

ious adopted daughter who had finally, catastrophi

complete, my name a