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Ruthless Heiress (2)

Penulis: Oma
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-11 14:53:55

CELESTINE'S POV:

I laugh. I cannot help it. The sound bubbles up out of me, surprised and delighted and full of a joy I did not know I was capable of feeling.

"Ruthless?" I say, walking toward him. "I prefer the term strategically aggressive."

He grins, that slow, wolfish grin that makes my stomach flip. "You stole a contract out from under your ex husband's nose. You made his biggest client jump ship. You are systematically dismantling everything he has built. That is not strategically aggress
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