After her mother’s death, a hidden fortune is uncovered, exposing a long-kept secret tied to a billionaire and a hidden plan that had been quietly unfolding for years.
I pressed my nails into my palms.
I pressed my nails into my palms.
“Who took your phone?”
“What does that mean?”
“Mom,” June whispered, “is he going to die?”
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