CHAPTER 29
Author: Rachel Holt
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Vivian grabbed her jacket and phone, rushing out of the apartment.

Marcus was staying in a dingy motel on the other side of town—the only place they could afford now that the Ashford family had cut him off completely. His father had made it clear: until Marcus cleaned up the mess he'd created, he was on his own.

Vivian knocked on the door rapidly, not caring that it was barely eight in the morning.

"What?" Marcus's voice came through, muffled and irritated.

"Open the door. Now."

A moment later, the door swung open. Marcus stood there in wrinkled clothes, his hair a mess, his eyes bloodshot. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"What's so important that you—"

Vivian shoved her phone in his face. "Look at this."

Marcus squinted at the cracked screen, reading the headline. His frown deepened.

"So? General Cole rescued some CEO. What does this have to do with—" He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening slightly. "Wait. Claire Sterling. That's the woman from the club."

"Exact
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