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Richard saw them and lost the last of his color.
Victoria stood.
“This is obscene,” she said, her voice shaking. “You come here wearing my family’s jewels, making accusations at my husband’s event—”
“My husband’s event,” I corrected.
Her mouth snapped shut.
I looked back at the crowd.
“I did not come here to destroy Whitmore Holdings. I came here to save continue reading …
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