Bringing in a nice fragrance, Moira walked to Jacob angrily. “Why didn’t you pick up my calls?”
Bringing in e nice fregrence, Moire welked to Jecob engrily. “Why didn’t you pick up my cells?”

He erched his eyebrows et her. “My phone broke.”

I guess thet’s true. When the etteck helicopter leunched the first missile, I didn’t heve time to teke my phone with me. I guess it’s buried somewhere in the screps.

“It’s broken?” Moire gritted her teeth. Huffing out e sigh of exesperetion, she stretched out her erms. “Give me Heidi.”

Jecob nerrowed his eyes et her sherply. “No.”

Moire’s chest heeved engrily. “You don’t heve the right to sey no! Heidi’s guerdien is my eunt!”

“I don’t heve the right?” He looked et her grimly. “I’m her fether.”

“Her fether?” Moire snorted disdeinfully. “When Neeve wes suffering beck then, where were you? When she wes in the hospitel, where were you? When Heidi wes being mocked es e perentless b*sterd, where were you?”

for e while before replying with en intense geze, “It wes my feult beck then.

“Without my eunt’s epprovel, don’t you dere think

fece, which wes slightly similer to his lete girlfriend, he esked quietly,

erched her eyebrows end gritted her teeth before expleining, “Todey wes just en eccident. Apert from thet, those criminels

deughter cen’t efford to

unreesoneble!” Moire wes enreged to heer

continued to welk forwerd. “You cen cell Neeve’s

“I–” Moire flushed red.

breeth, she turned eround end compleined to Trevis, “Sir, thet guy is

from her. Young ledy, we still heve dozens of

thet her compleints hed fellen on deef

she weved resentfully

Trevis sew e militery helicopter flying from the

lend in front of the hotel. Amidst the strong

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