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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 15

Just as she gets up, I'm one step ahead with that table leg. I swing it like a baseball bat as I hit her across the face.

She lands on the ground with a thud. And silently, I praise Jeremy. Thanks for the idea, Jeremy!

I don't hesitate to run around the bar, glass crunching under my feet as I search for the pistol. I catch sight of the shiny metal out of the corner of my eye and quickly grab, just as our crazy waitress jumps onto the bar and hisses at me.

And the next thing I know she's smashing a bottle of scotch over my head.

I gasp as a sharp pain shots through my head and I clutch the gun tighter, just as she's about to jump on top of me, I make the split decision and aim at her, pulling the trigger of the gun without even flinching. Not even as she falls to the ground, wailing in pain, do I move or flich or even blink.