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tudy felt like a

ber grips. Silas, his looming shadow of a bodyguard, had bee

nd judgment. Harrison Sinclair III sat behind a desk the size of a

was

took a step toward him. "Kenan! Please, you have

ked at me as if I were somethi

e," he sneered. "Y

ow. I stopped, my breath cat

ice flat. "You've been sneaking around with him? B

ured to

ime, I didn't see the charming hockey phenom I thought I l

ng the weight of the cane in his hand. "You h

th his head bo

on said, walking around the desk.

sed th

ped.

wa

a dull, wet thud. Beckett grunted, his body jerking forward, but his

for a second strike, hi

tepping between them. "Not in front of her.

. He glared down at Beckett, satisfied with the

rbage," Har

s bleeding where he had bitten it. His eye

arry her," B

m was absolute. Even H

d incredulously. "Yo

you cast her out, the headline is Sinclair Golden Boy's Fiancée Cheats with Disabled Uncle

, wiping blood

ed lovers who couldn't help themselves. It creates a scandal, yes, but a roma

a team owner first, a patriarch s

d. He looked at Kenan. "This

e cut off from the main accounts. And I am activating the exile clause. You get not

Becket

s pale, sweat beading on his forehead from the

id softly. "Get

Then I looked at the man nursing a bruised shoulder in the chair, the for

ett's hand.

" I wh