The Jilted Heiress's Ruthless Return To Power

he faded canvas backpack. She slung the worn strap over her right shoulder. The coarse fabric rubbed against

m slammed open. It hit the wall with a dull thud

heels stabbed into the hardwood floor. Her eyes swept over the b

is arms over his chest. His chin tilted upward, looking down

controllable smile stretched across her face. Her eyes dart

. Her voice was flat and cold. "This is no

ket. He pulled out a crisp piece of paper. He flicked his wri

if explaining something to a child. "That is more than enough for a bus ticket

e bed. Her chest did not tighten. Her breathing r

said. Her voice was completely stea

locked onto the bulging front pocket of

d. Her voice pitched higher. "She definitely

ed red. The veins i

demanded. "Empty it on the floor

ly to the side, keeping the backpack shielded behind

ce turned purple with rage. He pointed a

call the estate security," Erling s

augh. She reached into her jacket

toward the corner of the ceiling in the hallway. "There is a twenty-four-hour sec

The muscles in his jaw locked. He swallowed hard. The po

d lunged forward. Her hands reached out, her manicured nail

pped her left shoulder and step

rward. Her ankle twisted sharply in her high heels. She let

wn at Cindy clut

long to you," Dakota said. The temp

and grabbed Cindy's ar

hest heaved. "Your real parents are bottom-feedin

es went com

at least know what s

to an ugly snarl. He poi

ouse," Erling ro

t jacket. She kept her spine perfectly straight. She walked pa

expensive carpet absorbed her footsteps. Sh

the bedroom. They stared at her back as

ds were dusting the banisters. They stopped and stared at her. Dakota ignored their w