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Too Dangerous To Mate

After eighteen years in the Tate family, Paige Tate suddenly found out that she wasn't her parents' daughter. Their biological daughter was back, and Paige was abandoned. They were about to send Paige back to her hometown, which was an allegedly poor county... However, the so-called poor county turned out to be the area where the most expensive villas in the country gathered! Overnight, she went from a fake daughter of a relatively rich family to a real daughter of a top family! Her biological parents doted on her unconditionally. They allowed her to have at least 1.6 million dollars as her pocket money, drive whichever luxury car in the garage she favored, buy whatever customized luxuries in the world she pleased, and choose any top school she preferred. If she didn't want to go to school, she could kill her time with the family business! What shocked Paige the most was that she had a fiancé... Her fiancé proposed to break off the engagement, and Paige didn't give a damn. However, she was confused by what happened afterward. He had proposed to break off the engagement, and then he clung onto her as if he was a completely different person! He became so clingy and handsy. Paige was annoyed. "Who are you, Sir?" "Baby, I am your husband." "I don't have a husband. An ex-fiancé who wants to break off our engagement is all I have." Martin Stowe, the world's richest man, feared by everyone in the world, was speechless. He wanted to punch himself as he was so silly that he called off the marriage without even meeting Paige...

Zoe Butler · Urban
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282 Chs

Chapter 70

The blonde man drops me abruptly, making me land on the side where I heard the crack. I gurgle an inhuman scream. The sound is ear piercing. And I can barely believe this is coming from me.

The air fills my lungs, though I still contain a heavy amount of blood in my mouth. I gasp and choke, pressing my hands tightly against the cement, as if I'm trying to anchor myself into reality.

"We need to go." One man hoarsely shouts, "Come on, Carden, we need to go!"

I watch with hooded eyes as one man tugs furiously on the boy with flaming red hair's sleeve who's name I know now is Carden.

Carden grunts, shoving his pack mates hand off of him. "No. I'm not running. I'm not a coward, not like you-"

He's cut off when a large figure I can't make out slams right into him. The other men don't hesitate and they turn, sprinting off in the opposite direction and into the night.