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Beside her stood her husband, Julian Sterling.
“It is a perfect machine, Evelyn,” Julian murmured, casually caressing the carbon fiber hood.
“Fast, obedient, and lethal. Everything you have ceased to be since you got pregnant.”
“Julian, please… this car isn’t practical for an infant.”
“The suspension is far too stiff. We need an armored SUV with proper child restraints…”
For Julian Sterling, safety was a pathetic insult because it implied fear.
He turned around slowly.
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