Ava, his face a mask of concern. "Brother," he said softly, his voice trembling just enough
belief. "He's right, Ethan. This is foolish. You're making a mistake." Sh
tyle I had been considering for myself last week. The fabric was expensive, far beyond what
ght and conversational. "It almost m
led. Ava' s e
before. It was his father, Mr. Chen. His face was a twisted mask of desperation and rage. In
his eyes wild. "You r
en this time. He was c
t self, instinctively looked to Ava. For a spli
shield him from a threat that wasn't even directed his way. She saw Mr
chain of my past life's affection. M
. The letter opener gl
igure shot pa
ck Mr. Chen. She kicked the side of his knee, a sharp, precise blow that sent him stumbli
it sending a sharp, familiar pain through me. It was nothing
h a phony concern that made me want to vomit. He glanced at Ava. "Ava,
d a small cut on her arm, probably from deflectin
rity finally swarmed in and dragged him away. She stood up, breathing a little heavily
, my voice coming out r
ned. "It's nothing. Just a scratch." She looke
ine,"
ppearing down the hall. Her back was straight, her steps unfaltering. S
Ava, who was still fussing over her own m
ou failed in your duty as my head of security. You
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