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    “I’ve got a helicopter ready,” Hurley said. “We’ll be taking off soon.”


    Bain Jones, the eldest son, chimed in, “Mom, just pack the basics. We’ll buy new clothes once we’re there.”


    “I know,” Beth said, still digging through her jewelry. “I just wanted to bring something nice for Bonnie.” But everything she picked felt too ordinary for her daughter.


    “Mom! We’ll get new ones when we’re back. We’ll have one set custom-made for her. Just stop packing and let’s go!” Jordy Jones, the second son, urged impatiently.


    “One set? That’s not enough! I’ll have hundreds made just for her, so she can wear a new one every day!” Gerry Jones, the youngest son, dered proudly.


    “Beth, stop stressing,” Hurley advised softly. “We’ll get Bonnie the best. Rare, precious, custom-made.”


    “You’re right.” Beth sighed, finally giving in. She left the clothes behind and turned to leave.


    She took just one thing: a set of pink diamond jewelry she’d saved for Bonnie’sing-of-age. It meant a lot to her.


    Darian sprawled on the sofa in an exclusive club, two gorgeous women draped over his arms like trophies.


    His shoes pressed against the bowed backs of the two men kneeling at his feet—Terence and Terence’s son, Conrad. Conrad crouched there, a pale echo of his father’s misery. Terence and Conrad moved like men who had long epted the role of Darian’s household servants, obeying every whim. Their firm was copsing, and Terence needed a huge cash lifeline to keep it afloat.


    “Mr. Lloyd…” Terence croaked, forcing the smile he didn’t feel. “What do you think of my two daughters? I’ll also give you another woman besides my daughters as a gift.”


    By “gift,” he meant Christina.


    Darian took a slow sip of the red wine the woman beside him fed him, a smug curl on his lips as he stayed silent.


    Conrad and Terence shot each other a look, and Conrad jumped in, “Mr. Lloyd, Christina knows a lot. She’s a thrill to be with. Aren’t you tempted?”


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    Darian’s smile turned hard as he mmed his feet down, driving them t onto the floor.


    His ck leather shoes bit into their backs without mercy.


    “You think I don’t know what you’re plotting? You want me to deal with your rebellious daughter, Terence. Am I stupid?” Darian’s grin went colder as he pressed his feet down even harder.


    The pain in their backs was fierce, as if their spines might snap, yet Terence and Conrad held the pose with forced smiles.


    “Well spotted… nothing escapes you, Mr. Lloyd. You’re perceptive, truly. We’ve run out of options, Mr. Lloyd. She’s so rebellious now, she won’t listen, and she’s always surrounded by bodyguards. We can’t reach her,” said Terence.


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