The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Reid's gaze turned steely, his voice losing its earlier warmth. "Grady's tied up with some urgent stuff right now."

There had been some chaos in the southern sector that morning, and Grady needed to be there pronto. Jaime was probably pulling strings behind the scenes.

With Grady out of the picture and Keir's recovery up in the air, Reid knew he had to tread carefully to keep any mischief at bay.

"Oh, really? He's got time to juggle other things at a moment like this?" Jaime said, feigning surprise.

Reid didn't take the bait.

Jaime chuckled, turning to the elders standing with him. "Looks like Keir's not too banged up; otherwise, Grady would've shown up by now."

That only made the elders more determined to see Jim.

"Reid, move aside. We're seeing Keir today, no two ways about it," one elder declared, dropping any pretense of politeness.

With Grady away, they felt no need to hold back. The elders started to push forward confidently.

Reid tilted his head a smidge, and his men instantly lined up, blocking the corridor. Their weapons were up, ready for action.

elders felt the sting

"How dare you!"

"To see Keir, you'll have to get past us first." Reid

out in matching black tactical gear, the air around

respect. Who do you think you are?" one elder

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hesitated, eyeing Reid's men

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what he expected. Let them rile the council; when the

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see how Jim's side handles

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the elevator