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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 · 都市
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Chapter 106

Mandy doesn't get to ramble anymore when the gun is to her forehead and the bullet is lodged within her cranium, only then she collapses and the puddle of blood surrounds her head. Jessica screams and weeps and I stare down at her. Blinking, as if it has not processed on what I just did. She killed Anna. Cliff told her not to.

Stella takes care of Jessica and she's suddenly pulling me and we've located their stash. Stella collects as much as she can but my mind and sight are blurred as we run to the car. The blood feels sticky on my hands and it's only then I realize that it splattered. I don't wipe it away.

"This was a bad idea," Stella shouts. "Something's wrong, I can feel it."

And I nod, because something is wrong. The mark on my neck is burning and that's what anchors me as we drive. I don't protest when she pounds the gas pedal and we're rocketing down the street, into the dirt path and I can see it in the distance, smell the smoke.