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"Anthony!" Marie nudged him, chiding him in a tone which hinted more at shyness than plain embarrassment. And what did the bastard do? He turned to her with those scheming hazel eyes glinting through the mask. "I didn't say something we aren't aware of already, babe. Unless little brother chooses not to get married to Ms. Lynn. He still has mummy issues after all." "Stop it, Anthony." Tony raised his arms in mock surrender and muttered an apology, focusing his attention on Marie. Clara wanted to puke. "Chill, Ms. Lynn. Becky and I are only here to have a good time. C'mmon babe, let's go." Marie took another glance at her and resumed walking with the bastard. Clara swallowed hard as that chilling anger halted the flow of blood to her head, consumed by pent-up rage at the vile pair. Of their own volition, words started to spew past her lips, her mind uncaring what she said to them. "You're disgusting. Both of you. A good time, here? Whatever the fuck you are thinking of doing comi
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"Dre..." Marie had started crying, quiet sobs spreading through the quiet room, her lean fingers pressed against her lips to stiffen the cries. But Andre didn't let that deter his continuation of that unpracticed speech. "Why don't you go ahead and pick the one you're the most beautiful in. Oh, you wouldn't know if you don't watch it. Should I play one for you...?" That was the point where Viscount's control snapped, and he stood with a force which made Clara's eyes dizzy for a second from watching him. "You fucking sleazy bastard! You are not in a position to cast judgement on her when you don't have a freaking idea what she's been through. Vengeance? Punishment? I should be the one casting it on you and your bastard of a dad for taking the company. My father fucking killed himself because of the way he was cast out!" "What? My father and I took the company? Remind me the number of times I contacted you after you started giving me the cold shoulder, asking what had gone wrong.
