No Mercy, No Forgiveness

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How could she even think of that!

He kept listening silently.

If Maureen took that hundred million, he’d immediately bring her back to Pearl.

She’d never see freedom again!

Yet Maureen pushed the check away, countering Andrea:

“Wasn’t it you who asked what price I’d accept to leave Geoffrey?”

“Why are you setting the price yourself now?”

Andrea froze. When had she ever said that?

Maureen continued coldly:

“I’ve told you before–I want nothing to do with your dirty money.”

“When the Ramirez family fell, you who’d benefited from their patronage did nothing. Why pretend kindness now?”

Andrea stared at Maureen in disbelief: “But you were the one who said-”

“Let me make this clear,” Maureen cut in. “Geoffrey and I are still married. Even if he doesn’t love me, I won’t leave him!”

Maureen’s gaze dropped to the phone Andrea had facedown.

She knew Andrea was likely already on the line with Geoffrey.

Andrea realized Maureen had set her up today.

Fuming, Andrea silently ended the call.

Inside the black Cadillac, Geoffrey listened silently to their exchange before ordering his driver, “Go home.”

In the cafe.

Maureen stood up and walked over to Andrea, then lowered her voice, speaking slowly by her ear:

“You keep saying I’ve changed, right?

So why assume I’d still fall for your tricks like before?”

“Let me tell you–I always knew about your cheap tactics. I just couldn’t be bothered!”

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try being

pitifully delicate face turned terrifyingly dark after

she checked the location Justin had given her–the car that was parked there earlier had

out a sigh of

the Geoffrey now was nothing

would never scheme so deeply. He’d

a cab

later. She’d barely taken a few steps when a man grabbed her wrist, dragging her into a se-

missed

patchy stubble and intense dark circles under his eyes–clearly he hadn’t

King, how did you

it? I’m

go

flooding his eyes. “Is this

doesn’t truly care for you. If he did,

heard his words, utterly

“So what?

gives me what I

Frank froze.

on, “What can you give

“I…”

you now? You

be gone, but I can still compose. I’ll write

Andrea snorted contemptuously.

music. You’ve

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reddened. “How can you be so heartless? If it weren’t for me,

now… I

his fury, Andrea shifted to a coaxing

you grow

someone who can

at what

left, you weren’t this

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living my best life while you’re still stuck in the mud. Only I’d bother talking to you–any other woman would’ve

“You think I’m heartless?