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CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE

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The woman stared at the blood in her hands, a killer's hands, but she had not regretted it a single bit.

Georgina almost laughed crazily, the ugly idiot who had dared touch her with his filthy hands was dead! He had gotten drunk and Georgina had wasted no time, she had slammed his head with a flower vase until he was knocked out cold