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“Sir, I found your son beside the dumpster outside your mansion,” a soaking wet little girl said as she handed over a crying baby wrapped in a black trash bag. The billionaire, declared sterile twelve years earlier, didn’t panic. He stared into the child’s eyes and asked, “Who sent you here to play this sick game?” The little girl pointed a trembling finger at the top of the grand staircase, whispering, “The lady who told us to throw him away.”

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hunted a mother and her baby like animals,” I snarled, my forearm pressing brutally against his throat.

“Mr. Warren, step back!” a stern voice barked from the hallway.

Mrs. Mabel had not just corralled Pamela; she had ushered in Casey the caseworker and three armed municipal police officers.

“I specifically checked the security logs, Officer,” Mrs. Mabel continue reading …

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