Revenge Of The Secret Heiress
"Get your hands off my boss's face!"
Before Lark’s palm could even touch a strand of Anika’s hair, a sharp, fierce scream came from behind, shattering the room.
It wasn't Christopher who charged out of the executive lift, and it wasn't Tobey stepping in from the back desk, Anika noticed.
“Casey?” She said softly, not believing herself.
Casey came out of nowhere, her eyes flashing with pure fury. She lunged forward, grabbing Lark's raised wrist with one hand to stop him. And before Lark could even process who was touching him, Casey swung her own hand back and slapped him hard across his face.
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