My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress!
notice: Valencia had broken into Marrow lab, protocol locked. Rage spiking, cold inferno, my glass slamming onto the table, scotch spattering like a bloody tide. “She’s too close,” I growled, my voice low, the words a curse. Her hack at the sale, revealing Voss’s Galden connections, her homing in on Lazareth, was a blade against my empire. How dare she? I punched in Natasha as my voice ran icy, “Now, Anderson—take her out of the picture.” Her response was blunt: “She’s slippery, but I’ll get you there.” I put down the receiver, my heart made of iron, determined to crush Valenticia’s flame before it started. She isn’t Eleanor, I thought, but a flicker of unease…a whisper —what if she was? Th
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