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understood then that if it weren’t for her brother, Oliver, she would already be dead.

Abigail was a straight shooter with a stubborn streak. Even Getty was better at acting than her. Every emotion of Abigail was an open book on her face. Though Getty often came across as entitled, she knew where to draw the line, a trait that Abigail seemed to lack. She was quick to speak her mind, never one

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Leveraging the Vanderbilt family name, she felt invincible, free from the need for pretense. Abigail had that privilege. Yet, her family name seemed to have little influence on Alexander.

It wasn’t until Alexander released Abigail that Quinn allowed herself a silent sigh of relief. She signaled Abigail with her eyes to make a quick exit.

Realizing she had spoken out of turn, Abigail merely glared at Alexander, biting back any further words. Who knew what he might do when provoked? After all, even Abigail couldn’t predict her own actions when her temper flared.

Alexander didn’t bother with her anymore, walking inside with Quinn in tow.

The television was still on, its commercial racket filling the s**s living room with unwelcome noise. Thrown onto the couch, Quinn felt the rage that hadn’t surfaced in front of Abigail now crashing down around her. Instinctively, she shielded her belly.

Alexander noticed the gesture and his gazeflickered briefly. He grasped Quinn’s throat and asked in a low and fierce voice, “Why do you take my words so lightly?”

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