COLD HEARTS & CONTRACTS
To them, I was just a broke girl whose father had gotten caught stealing.
At the far end of the table sat Victoria Knight. She looked perfect, dressed in a sharp cream blazer, sipping her tea as if she hadn't just framed my family from her private computer in the West Wing.
"Sit," Alexander Knight commanded, taking his place at the head of the table.
Adrian pulled out a chair for me, then sat right beside me. He didn't waste any time. He opened his laptop, slammed it down onto the table, and connected it to the massive projector screen on the wall.
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