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The flash of pain that crossed Cadar’s face was sumidade Something out in my tied as intanilla sensation 1 guy suppo Now Cedar was clearly devastated at having micced the opportunity
Mr. Sterling,‘ she said, her voice rough with emotion, could you posted it to mysing
The guilt, responsibility, and genuine concara fatating kom fer eksotopes that I suddenly der despicable 1 had used my daughter- my vulnerable child to manipulse aming is sophistin to Tatient.
When had I become this callous?
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Could you at least give me her number? I’d like to speak with her later, Caterersisted, folding steady under my cold gaze
I rose suddenly from the sofa. Though my office spend any digir utred square feet, my standing somehow compressed the space between us. I took deliberate steps toward her.
Cedar immediately backed away, her professional instincts finally overriding her concern for Aria. Her head caught on the edge of the rug, and she tumbled backward onto the sofa. I placed one hand on the sofa’s back leaning over her
“You think the personal contact information of a Sterling beess is something you can simply request? My voice carried a weight of authority that made even board members flinch
Cedar’s spine stiffened, but she didn’t cower. “What would you have me do to earn that privilege, Mr. Sterling?
“Show me you’re serious. The corner of my mouth lifted in a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.
Her eyes widened, and her hands immediately moved to cross protectively over her chest. I almost laughed at the assumption. Did she really think I was that crude!
“Mr. Sterling, if you don’t want to give me Aria’s number, that’s fine. I don’t absolutely need it…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to maintain her dignity.
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Chapter 120
“If you’re thinking of asking Auden or tillver, I’m altaid they can’t reach he either I kept my expression neutral, resealing nothing of the truths
that oven i had to go through her dance instructor or security detail to momunicate with Aria when she was at the treatment center
shaded the woman before me, noting the tension in her shoulders and the determined set of her huse. Something about fer contigned to intrigue me. My three children—all except the youngest, Oliver had forme an inexplicable attachment to her. And I found myself repeatedly losing my carefully maintained control around her.
I had to acknowledge that Cedar represented something singular in our lis. If forced to choose between her and me, I was certain my children would unhesitatingly select this woman they barely knew.
My children had developed emotional connections to her. I needed to understand how for she would go for them in return.
I leaned closer until our faces were separated by mere inches. “What’s me important to you right now?” I asked, my voice deliberately low.
Cedar’s POV
His breath was warm against my face, and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. This intimidating posture seemed excessive for such a philosophical question, but I’d take it over whatever alternatives he might have in mind.
I considered his question carefully. Before, my priority had been escaping the Wright family’s influence. Now that I’d broken those ties, I felt oddly directionless.
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