When Dead Husbands Walk Again
his face turning a blotchy red. He pointed a shaki
ng discreetly by the door, didn' t move a muscle.
voice cracking. "I am Michael Miller! I
are employees of Miller Corp. My brother is the CEO. If you don' t ob
board of half the security firms in this city. Y
ed still. They di
f the Miller family. The gears were turning, but th
riumphant smile
voice quiet but carrying abso
ediately snapp
taller one said. He addre
and purpose suddenly very intimidat
, looking back and forth between me and the guards
my heels clicking on the marble
iller died in a plane crash three years ago
sband very much. I would never let an imposter, a con artist who l
nal. He' s trespassing, and he' s brought these... pe
ho started screaming. The other scooped up the wailing tw
re panic on his face. "Ava, stop this
" I said, my voice turning to
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