Chapter 527

Andrew’s eyelid twitched in irritation as he rubbed his cheek. “It wasn’t him.”

“So, Tessa, then?”

“No way, she’d never lay a hand on me.”

“Who else would you let slide, then? I’m almost worried you buried someone before coming here.”

Andrew’s fire went out in a puff. That slap had come from Aubree. It was because he had the gall to ask Aubree to cook for Tessa.

When he found out Aubree had gone to Premier Palace, he’d wanted to follow, but with the tension between him and Max, he’d just met Aubree on the street corner to pass on Tessa’s message.

Without a word, Aubree slapped him again, then stormed back into Premier Palace, calling him trash.

learning to think about others. His comfort was his only concern. So he thought his request of Aubree was

slap, but no words were exchanged.

came to him, she hit

stoic demeanor. But after

fell, lips pressed tight.

his legs, twirled an orange in his hand. “Look, Andrew, I’m not one to talk, but what

would face cold shoulders even at the top of the food chain. Martha even brought in a shrink at one point. Not just any shrink, but the kind you’d find at

a monster. And with the

frequented the Dorsey household, trying to diagnose Max with something, anything, to

make ten–year–old Max the heir

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many assassination attempts would the kid face? How much backstabbing would he endure in private?

as a shield against the majority of blows, and waiting

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