CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE: MEETING MY STEP-SIBLINGSZOEY———A WEEK LATER“We’re here,” Camille announced as she pulled up in front of a gated mansion. The place looked less like a home and more like a private estate: tall gradiometers, endless lawns, and enough greenery to make a park jealous.Two guards dressed in dark uniforms started toward us, their expressions unreadable through the car glass.“How may we help you?” one of them asked, stopping by Camille’s window. The guy was built like a tank. He was dark-skinned with sharp jawline, and arms that could probably lift the car. Just like she always does when she sees a cute guy, Camille’s lashes went into overdrive, and she bit her bottom lip like she was in a perfume commercial.“Hi, handsomeee,” she sang.I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt and leaned in. “I’m Zoey Anderson, and this is my best friend, Camille Bronx. We’ve been invited by Attorney Bernett.”The guard’s face shifted immediately. Recognition flashed in his eyes.
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