I'm an Heir & A Dead Story
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BOOK 2
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Meet ✨ ' I'm an Heir & A Dead Story ' ✨
Miss Hershey?
Miss Hershey?....
" Arthuria Hershey Kinslet ! "
She look up emotionless to see the twenties age Man seated opposite to her dine table. She leaned to her chair and crossed her legs. Giving the Man a one eyebrow but she didn't answer. Seeing the man shifting his pose showing he tried to be patient is an entertainment to her. The man sighed before standing up from head to toe and glare at her. She responds with a witchy devil smirked. Then the man snorted and straighten his tailored Suit and storm out his heel. She smiled evilly taking the Noblesse champagne glass then sipped.
" Man Down " she mumbled.
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