Reborn Queen: The Billionaire's Dangerous Asset

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fibrillator, surged through her spine. H

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, sharp sound

years of killing. Her right hand shot out, aiming for t

pped around the

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s thin, pale, the wrist bony and fragile. It wasn't the a

cutting tracks through cheap foundation. Her eyes were wide,

spered, her voice

hing the woman's neck. It was pathe

hand fell back onto the m

r. Mother. Waitress at the diner on Route 9

voice sounded like she had

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her footsteps heavy on the

pun violently. Her center of gravity was off. Her muscles were un

bscuring the rusted siding of the neighboring trailer. It was a sin

et touched the cold linoleum. She caught her reflec

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aned c

same, but the gaze was sharp, predatory. A

a chipped mug. Water

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reaching out to touch Arleen's face. "Your

d could make contact. The rejection was automatic. T

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open, hitting the wall with a violen

the mone

slur of rage a

handed back to her. Her face went pale, the joy of her daugh

ed. "Please. Arleen ju

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watch

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lt a cold, clin

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. "Cost me a fortune in ambulance fees j

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a cow

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under her own weight. But she locked h

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ing at her as if the furniture

say to me, you

blink. She projected the intent she had u

p, and I will fin

him to sense something wrong. The air in the trailer felt suddenly colder. The

by alcohol, pushed

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ck on her to gra

ng, not from fear, but from the exertion of standing.

Daily Task - Survival

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