Chapter 11: I Made Five Million Using Your Name

[Phoenixa's POV]

"Let her go."

The voice carried through the car door, cold as iron just pulled from ice water.

My fingers, still clamped around the door handle, went stiff.

Zander?

Nathaniel's bodyguards had my arms pinned. Before either of them could react, they were dragged off rough-handedl...

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