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nim jacket pocket and stayed seated

off, as if she had just heard

of the Vale family-and sooner or later Alexander will be my husband. So what

d from my eyes. My fingers tapped

s Blackthorn Group, not y

o waste another word on her

her gaze raking over my faded denim ja

it a nerve? Alexander's taste h

ame way I would look

ut of

e, she raised her hand t

r. Let me teach

wnward, while my left foot snapped squarely against the back of her knee. Serena shrieked as h

ise your hand at

d my fingers clean in disgust, and dropped the used wipe o

nd the room was packed with white-collar employees in sharp business attire. My

d a simple salad and pasta and

died. Serena came storming toward me, clutching her wri

is bitch attack

at me, her feature

d in unison, looking at me as i

e corner of my mouth with a napk

stairs wasn't enough

the edge of my table, and heaved it upward. With a screech of scraping metal,

the floor and slid backward half a meter along with m

ll make sure you can't

k knife from an adjacent table

d. The guards turned pale, to

ightly aside, dodging the edge by a fraction of an inch, and my right han

m to haul her up and slammed her flat onto

o. Serena curled up on the floor, gaspin

m high heel and leaned down sli

ckthorn Group, not a pla

edge of the crowd. Alexander's executive assistant, Kevin,

standing over her, he nearly jumpe

hurt? The Boss is c

a's eyes bulged from the floor as if she had seen a ghost. The watch

ulled my foot back and glanced dow

xt from an unknown number: [The Matron is mis