nt, predatory grace. Inside, the cabin was so quiet that the only sound was t

is chest. Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder. He gently brush

ed. The screen lit up

old. He knew this

more comfortably against the plush leather seat be

with a tightly leashed anger, came through

own voice perfectly level. "

tense of civility. "Ivette told me you took her by forc

te authority, the voice of

hter? Are you sure you're concerned about your daughter

breath on the other end. "Wh

d your wife, in front of a room full of reporters, verbally abuse and ph

approached, the way she flinched like a cornered animal.

rly not expecting Ace

nally said, his voice strained. "She loves A

ou call public humiliatio

, to completely demolish any mora

ter, Mr. Terry. I've seen it for myself. She is nothing

from Bret's end. He clea

Ace pressed on, his voice relentless, "and

ion: I am not bringing he

in his tone

Mr. Griffith, this is a family matt

his gaze softening as he looked down at Alexa

fting his strategy. The threats hadn't

d, his tone becoming more conciliatory. Linden Terry w

. she has a complicated background. She's not a suitable mat

class, to the rigid, unsp

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