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If that were so, Pippi couldn’t help wondering, then why let her know?

The answer to this was sih much time was to pass before she would learn of it Wickha A war veteran with a mercenary past, he had met Acheron Simonides while the latter was still in his teens and on the rise in Athens’ little-known underworld of cri people; it hat had saved his life countless times in Iraq, and later on it hat had convinced him to work for Simonides

It was also the saht, he trusted Ms Pippilotta Jones at first sight He had a good feeling about her, and an even better feeling when he thought of the woether

It was close to nine by the tiers made Pippi realize belatedly that it had been hours since her last meal In her panic over the CEO’s condition, she had actually forgotten to have her dinner

This revelation, shared with the rest of the faerated surprise

“But you always go to pieces when you do so out of schedule,” Vik, born one year after Pippi, protested with feigned confusion “To do soht have fallen for your—”

Pippi’s eyebrows shot up in warning “Bite your tongue, missy!”

The rather old-fashioned expression had everyone laughing It was one of the faer sisters having grown up listening to her great-aunts speak like extras rehearsing for a Downton Abbey episode The conversation then took different turns after this, with thea billionaire in distress all but forgotten

Or at least it was so in the Jones’ home

Chapter 2

Breakfast reading normally consisted of stock reports and feasibility studies, but today was different Today, his enforced convalescence had come to an end – and he could finally make a decision about the mysterious Pippilotta Jones

His gaze returned to the dossier before hiround report

Age: 23

Address: Bougainvillea Street, Isla de Flores

Fale without any priorfaer, single); three otherin the same domicile