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Europe, dismantling a human trafficking ring that the world

wunderkind, ceased to exist. A tragic, fiery car cra

fortune, my legacy, and my tw

d sisters: Jennifer Lawrence, my college sweetheart and his godmother; Molly Gordon, the sharpest lawyer I k

but blood. He was to manage the estate and be a steady, paternal figure. I set

ent sideways. My name is a lie on a temporary ID. But in a classified file, I am Brian Scot

school my money helped build. The Connecticut air is crisp, th

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gainst the old stone wall. The leader, a handsome boy with an arrogant sneer, shoves the sm

oud and entitled. "My Montblanc pen. A gift from my g

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ng shoved around is my son, Nathaniel. He's eight

process the rage, three black SUVs pull u

owerful, successful, draped in designer clothes.

the arrogant on

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ing the bull

my old groundskeeper. But he's not in work clothes. He's wearing

f fury, and shoves my son, the rea

in the quiet afternoon. "Apologize to Mr. Scott right

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en completely, mo