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It was around four o'clock in the afternoon. The front doorbell chimed, followed by the heavy thud of the door swinging open. It was Kevin Baker.

Carrying a large gift basket in his hands, Kevin Baker stepped into the foyer and looked around the place, muttering under his breath, “Damn, must be nice to be rich.”

The moment Hannah Baker saw him, she knew trouble had walked through the door. Mrs