Chapter 70
“Why are you DO
Hyron rested his elbow on the car window, casting an impatient glance at her. “Ger in“:
uickly got into the passenger seat and began explaining her delay. “I just saw Jeff imide”
Hyron rated the window “Oh
e recounted: had happened, then remarked with a sigh. “Mr. George really did everyone a favor by dealing with Jeff.”
She thought, People like Jeff can really use a good beating every now and then
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her with an unreactable expressing. “You dink he’s a goal guy?”
if lay beard this, he might just
attle of champagne to celebrate finding someone this clueless,
Starve nodded eagerly. “I always thought rich heirs were all arrogant and unreasonable like Jeff, but it’s nice to know there are decent ones out
“Even though he didnt a – for me, sering Jeff get what he deserved felt really satisfying?
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aising Ray, completely oblivious to the growing chill in the car.
Ai she continued to chatter on. Byron suddenly unfastened his seatbelt and leaned toward her.
died in her throat, her eyes widening as his handsome face came dangerously close. “Mr. Mcdaniel, what are you doing?”
tinnse that she could see the exposed line of his collarlene beneath his shirt.
The taunir scent of cedarwood surrounded her, filling her senses with every breathi,
cart skipped a beat
Byrne, his expression still cool, didn’t answer her question. Instead, he pulled the seatbelt over and buckled it for her.
Barat a seatbelt–do you.
u want me to get pulled over by the police?
were far from gentle, Marse even wondered for a runnnend if he was trying to strangle her.
After securing her sratrit, Byron straightened up, backled his own, and drove off as if nothing had happened,
e’s fingers tightened aroud the seatbelt, her thought swirling
oghi. Kan there even police on this mountain roadt I haven’t noticed any
oglanced at hey out of the corner of his eye, satisfied to see that she had finally fallen silent.
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She sparkly grabbed the se and ranged to ask, “Me Melaniel,
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sharp turns before we reach the
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Chapter 70
There’s no safe place to stop on this road. One wrong move, and we could crash through the guardrail and go off the cliff, Byron replied, his expression indifferent. “We’ll have to make it to the bottom first and bgure it out from there.”
But there was also the possibility that they might not make it past one of those sharp turns–a possibility that wasn’t exactly slim.
Even if they managed to get down safely, without speed bumps on the road, the brake failure would still be a serious threat.
