“Royale London.” Mr. Iris greeted me as I entered the room. “I was confused when this meeting was requested, so I did some digging. You kidnapped my daughter and married her without my permission.” He’d done his research. I wasn’t surprised. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot you where you stand.” He turned around, gun pointed at my head. I took in his appearance. He looked tired, no doubt, from the cancer. It had to have been months since Monroe had seen her father because if she had seen him like this, she would have known he was sick. Still, even in his ailing state, he exuded power.
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