Chapter 29 The Problem with Vinton Crost

ELIZA’S POV

By the time I reached the mansion gates again, I could barely feel my fingers.

The black SUV rolled in behind me at the same slow crawl it had maintained the entire way home. I didn’t bother looking back. If I did, I might end up kicking the damn thing.

My shoes crunched against the g...

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