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The helicopter shudders and jolts and Andrea grabs the back of a seat to avoid falling over. Michelle laughs loudly and meanly. “You and Mr. Hamilton have left me no choice,” she says. “It’s all your fault. You cost me my job at the Zuri Hotel, and Lance’s men broke my ribs and almost cost me my life. I met Mr. Clifford in the hospital, and he promised me everything. But you saw how he treats me.” Andrea shakes her head sadly. Images of the party at Andrew’s villa flash through her mind. She can still see Andrew’s bodyguards f*****g Michelle on the stage. She can hear the lusty cheers and screams from the crowd as the guards twisted her into every possible position. “That’s right,” Michelle says with a nasty sneer. “He broke every promise he ever made to me. He let his bodyguards f**k m