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Evelyn had slid to him. He looked pale. He looked up at Mason and shook his head slightly.
“Order!” Judge Thorne banged his gavel. “Mr. Sterling, sit down or I will hold you in contempt.”
Mason slumped back into the chair, his heart hammering against his ribs. He looked at Jules. She was already texting someone—probably her agent.continue reading …
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