The True Heiress Reborn And Slays (Alicia Delaney) novel Chapter 539

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Chapter 539 The Bill

Chapter 539 The Bill

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On this island, a man willing to threw himself in harm’s way for someorte he barely knew, that kind of loyalty told Colin that Killian was worth keeping around.

And so, in a strange twist of fate, a bottle to the head had earned Killian a seat at the table of the elite.

After a few more words of encouragement for Killian to rest the group filed out of the hospital room and headed back toward the hotel.

The night sea breeze was cool against their skin. Justin walked beside Audrey, silent but observant, his sharp eyes darting between her and Colin. He could feel something had shifted in the air between those two.

“Audrey.” Justin stopped walking, his expression darkening, his voice turning cold, “I remember you telling me you were going to bed before I turned in. So why were you outside with Colin at this hour?”

He paused, his tone gaining an edge. “A date?”

Audrey froze. Her mind raced, fingers twisting nervously as she scrambled for an excuse.

“What are you thinking?” Colin slid smoothly between them, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and waving it lazily. Tran out of smokes, came down to buy some, and bumped into this one looking for a late-night snack. We just walked together. What’s with the third-degree? You look like you’re interrogating a suspect.”

His shameless confidence made Justin hesitate for a moment.

“Y-yeah, Justin,” Audrey jumped in, seizing the lifeline. “I just got a sudden craving for snacks.” She shot Colin a look that said mice

save.

Justin eyed Colin suspiciously. Something still felt off, but Colin’s nonchalant act was so convincing that Justin finally just huffed and dropped the matter.

Meanwhile, in another suite, sunlight streamed through the floor-to ceiling windows, illuminating a scene of utter chaos Empty bottles of top-shelf wine lay scattered across the leather carpet, the air thick with the sour tang of alcohol

Simon and his crew were sprawled across the sofa and floor, dead to the word after guzzling the wine they’d intercepts from Colin, They’d slept through most of the night and only began stirring as the sun climbed high

“Damn… this stuff hits hard.” Simon sat up, rubbing his throbbing temples. His head was pounding but a snug sign STD lingered.

They were helping each other up, planning to bead downstairs for a late breakfast, whet a knock c

Simon assumed it was room service. Grumbling he shuttled over and opened it only to find Jerold star expression, accompanied by Daniel Everett, the head of the winery’s local division.

Daniel spoke with cool courtesy, “Which one of yours M. Simon Collins?”

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Daniel didn’t

Mr Corms, and night, com

He pulled a matty in bill trans

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