Chapter 9

Searns & Shown know too well that Natale would do anything for money. A truly virtuous woman wouldn’t have been caught dead at the dinner party they just let.

That’s more like it. On the smart ones sure.” Sean coded with a smirk “Ms. Wright YOU MUST PRAÏDE that your stool has plummeted after Brian Coked you to the curb. Sure. 1 could cough up fifty millor, but that cecents on your performance.”

Macale’s eves shimmered with a hint of soon as she coldly regarded Shaan, simply listening

Seen Natale soil are all high and migro cespite her fall from grace irked Shawn more

That he cares admt

The encarassment she hat caused in earlier at the cart was a dect he intended to collect

with meres. At dort her at Bran hac treated her with cold discair, publicly shaming

her that been for Grades trek intervention, on Goc cew what sort of spectacle

Tamale Mouche become

He was determined to crush Natale and make a grand spectacle to restore his bruised ecc.

Reaching out he tree car or ccer and stretched out his right les burnt by a cigarette our earler, and sneered at Natale. “Come here and lick the blood of my leg.”

Narale glanced at the wound on Shaar’s les illuminated by the streetlights, and then lifted her gece to look eves with him.

“Sure” she said with a perce smile her voice son

by her smile, utterly

with a subry grace, each step a cance of

refused to dance with him. Shawn was almost too excited

St Sil

his injured leg, and snacced it soward the car door in a

ever scream, and his voice choked

stunned by the scene unfolding, frozen until Shawn soig–like squeals broke ter

her spinning head. She sniffed Ighoy and casually glanced at the men

but he had brought trouble to

Chapter 9

anything for money. A truly virtuous

stock has plummeted after Brian kicked you to the curb. Sure, I could cough up fifty million, but

eyes shimmered with a hint of scorn as

and mighty despite her fall from

a debt he intended to collect with interest. And it didn’t help that Brian had treated her with

and make

out, he flung the car door open and stretched out his right leg, burnt by a cigarette butt earlier, and sneered at Natalie. “Come here and lick

wound on Shawn’s leg, illuminated by the streetlights, and then lifted her gaze to lock

with a gentle smile,

by her smile, utterly captivated by her beauty and

sultry grace, each step a dance

refused to dance with him, Shawn was almost too

forward, grasped his injured leg, and snapped it toward the car

kicked fiercely at him. The pain hit Shawn before he could even scream, and his voice choked in his throat. Natalie leaned in and whispered with a crooked

the car were stunned by the scene unfolding, frozen until Shawn’s pig–like

her spinning head. She sniffed lightly and casually glanced

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