Chapter one hundred and eighteen

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Rachel's POV The second the door closed behind Wakeman, the penthouse went quiet. Vincent stood in the entrance and looked at the floor for a moment before he turned to me. He said nothing for a while till I raised a brow for him to say something. "Why did you say those things?" he asked. “What things?” "The whole Stockholm syndrome and trauma bond thing, you were basically telling her she hadn’t been assaulted.” "I was telling her she needed help," I said. "Which she does. I do not believe you are still coddling a grown ass woman like she has not been causing trouble everywhere she goes.” "Rachel." "Don't believe her," I said. "I know Camilla and I know exactly what she's capable of and I'm telling you that what she described did not happen the way she described it. She exaggera

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