My Daughters Are... Unique.
Flavian. "So what you're saying is, my dear step niece went into the Rostovs' territory in the company of my nephew to..." I pause, my brows drawing together as I glare at Mona. Why can't these people do things right? "To settle scores with the children's mother." "And then what happened?" My fingers intertwined on the table as I leaned out of my office chair. She had reported everything in detail that very night but this morning I wanted her to repeat herself... Maybe, just maybe, she'd detect her incompetence without verbal reprimands. "The night ended with the woman in question dead and Eve severely injured. I wasn't in the house to know what had occurred , I was instructed to stay out..." "Whose instructions? Who do you work for, Mona?" "You, sir. I work for you and take you
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