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Chapter 180: The Kidnapping Attempt

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The restraining order was a piece of paper. Vanessa Leigh was a force of nature.

Three days had passed since the court hearing. Three days of "lockdown" in the penthouse.

Ethan was climbing the walls. Literally. He had stacked the sofa cushions against the floor-to-ceiling windows and was trying to scale them to "see the dragon."

"Maman," he whined, sliding down a silk pillow. "I want to go to school. I miss my friends. I miss the library."

Aurora stood by the kitchen island, her phone pressed
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