The Janitor Girl Sang One Song, and the Billionaire’s Son Stopped Laughing

daughter.

The girl nobody had to see.

Mrs. Evelyn Cross stood at the front of the room, her pearls shining at her throat.

She should have stopped him.

She didn’t.

She just looked at the torn page, then at me, with a tight little frown.

As if I had caused the mess by existing.

Carter leaned closer.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You were so brave a minute ago.”

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