"Take your hands off me. Take your face, your voice, and your presence out of my life." She stood up, towering over him on the long stairway. The wind whipped her long hair around her face like a mourning sheet. "Every time I look at you, I see aunt Mary’s dying eyes. Every time you breathe near me, you remind me that your 'VIP' client took her last breath.""Anika, please..." Christopher stood up hastily, his heart dropping into a bottomless abyss. "Let me protect you. I know who you are now. I know about Carlos. The high-society sharks will tear you apart if you go back to Delacroix alone. Let me be your shield."Anika let out a cold, hollow laugh that echoed painfully against the stone steps. "My shield? You couldn't even shield a dying maid from your own father." She stepped closer, her eyes boring into his soul, stripping away every ounce of his dignity. "Listen to me loud and clear, Christopher. I don't ever want to see you again. If you ever appear in front of me, at work, at
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