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The Runaway Asset: Betraying My Billionaire Father
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Chapter 13 13 img
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Chapter 15 15 img
Chapter 16 16 img
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Chapter 20 20 img
Chapter 21 21 img
Chapter 22 22 img
Chapter 23 23 img
Chapter 24 24 img
Chapter 25 25 img
Chapter 26 26 img
Chapter 27 27 img
Chapter 28 28 img
Chapter 29 29 img
Chapter 30 30 img
Chapter 31 31 img
Chapter 32 32 img
Chapter 33 33 img
Chapter 34 34 img
Chapter 35 35 img
Chapter 36 36 img
Chapter 37 37 img
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Chapter 40 40 img
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Chapter 42 42 img
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Chapter 44 44 img
Chapter 45 45 img
Chapter 46 46 img
Chapter 47 47 img
Chapter 48 48 img
Chapter 49 49 img
Chapter 50 50 img
Chapter 51 51 img
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Chapter 53 53 img
Chapter 54 54 img
Chapter 55 55 img
Chapter 56 56 img
Chapter 57 57 img
Chapter 58 58 img
Chapter 59 59 img
Chapter 60 60 img
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Chapter 62 62 img
Chapter 63 63 img
Chapter 64 64 img
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Chapter 66 66 img
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Chapter 68 68 img
Chapter 69 69 img
Chapter 70 70 img
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Chapter 72 72 img
Chapter 73 73 img
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Chapter 75 75 img
Chapter 76 76 img
Chapter 77 77 img
Chapter 78 78 img
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Chapter 81 81 img
Chapter 82 82 img
Chapter 83 83 img
Chapter 84 84 img
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Chapter 86 86 img
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Chapter 8 8

Elodie reached the bottom of the stairs. The air here was cooler, smelling of expensive cologne and ozone.

A wall of security guards blocked the entrance to the inner circle.

She walked up to the head of security. He was holding a clipboard.

She didn't have a pass. She didn't have an invite.

She reached into her clutch. She pulled out her roll of emergency cash. She peeled off a hundred-dollar bill and folded it into her palm.

She walked up to the guard.

I am with Mr. Chaney, she said. I am the... entertainment.

The guard looked her up and down. He looked at the sequins. He looked at the desperation in her eyes that she couldn't quite hide.

He didn't order any, the guard grunted.

He didn't know I was coming. Surprise, she said. She tried to smile. She pressed the folded bill into his hand.

The guard looked at the Benjamin. He laughed. It was a cruel sound.

Honey, the cover charge is five grand. Go buy yourself a drink.

Elodie's face burned. Humiliation washed over her. She was Elodie Jimenez. A hundred dollars was tip money. But here, without her name, she was nobody.

She turned to leave, defeated.

Wait.

A voice came from behind the guard.

A massive man with a scar running through his eyebrow stepped forward. Rocco. Cassius's right hand.

Rocco looked at Elodie. He squinted.

Let her in, Rocco said. Boss is bored.

The guard stepped aside immediately.

Elodie walked past him, chin high. Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

She entered the inner sanctum.

The noise of the club faded here, dampened by acoustic panels.

Cassius was leaning back in his chair. He was swirling his glass of sparkling water.

He was watching her approach. His gaze was heavy. It felt like he was touching her.

He didn't stand up. He didn't offer her a seat.

Elodie stopped at his table.

She waited for him to speak. To ask who she was.

He said nothing. He just stared, forcing her to make the first move.

You have something of mine, Elodie said. Her voice trembled slightly.

It was a terrible opening line.

Cassius raised an eyebrow.

I doubt that.

Information, she corrected. About the Jimenez family.

His eyes narrowed instantly. The temperature at the table seemed to drop ten degrees.

You are Hazen's kid, he stated. It wasn't a question.

Elodie, she said.

He looked her over. From the sequins to the combat boots she had borrowed from Sofia.

Go home, princess, he said. His voice was low, rough. It is past your bedtime.

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