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Gerard Dubois slammed the car into gear and accelerated loudly up the steep incline. So, Elise’s sister has been and gone, has she? He sped up the rough-stoned pavement that lined the little village of Mandelieu, narrowly missing an old woman and her flower cart.
He would kill that bastard Englishman for his part in this. Shake every euro he earned in the deal out of his hide and then cut his stinking English heart out of his chest with his own penknife.
She’s taken her precious niece and vanished. Skulked off like the thief she is, thinking she fooled Gerard Dubois. Thinking she had cheated me of my own daughter. The arrogance of the bitch! To believe that her American dollars could buy her anything she wants. She will think again—and through her tears—to have tried to trick Gerard Dubois.
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