sky over Long Island w
rought-iron gates of the Hayden family estate. The t
y his knuckles ached. On the passenger seat re
regnancy had severed the last pathetic th
Alston to the glass-enclosed sun
blooming white rose bushes. She wore a flawless Ch
n around when
nced on a Tuesday, Alston," Genevieve said coldl
the wrought-iron patio table and placed the
. His voice shook slightly, but
wly, her eyes scanning the papers on the table. S
down and picked up
asked, taking a sip of her tea. "Did you forget who is keepin
his mistress pregnant. That violates the morality claus
ed. It was a sh
," she sneered. "Alphas have mistresses. It is a biological reality. Y
atted his cheek. The physical contact was deme
g hard, "I will pull the credit lines on your father's factories
his face. The air in the sunroom
that," Alsto
g to call a press conference this Friday. You are going to stand next to Brayd
rs and tore them in half, drop
ton. And lear
the capitalistic violence pressing down on him made his
out of the sunroom
in the Marks Tech bo
stood at the projector, confidently present
satisfied with himself, riding the high
r the head of the ta
ent hi
artificial stench of rose perfume, layered
ight from his mistres
bsolute disrespect. The sheer audacity of this pathetic Alpha, paradi
vision ti
y metal laser pointer
oth hands. His Eni
n
two. A jagged edge of the broken metal sck echoed li
nce. The entire room of e
t his bleeding thumb. He slowly raised
s voice was a deadly, quiet whisper that made t
nfident smile vanishing. "The da
n volume, laced with a crushing Enigma pressure. "You missed a five percent variance in the
uth to defend himself, but the sheer weight of E
dispenser on the table and slowl
," Easton ordered coldly.
his files with shaking hands, and
he bloody wipe
table and typed a heavily encrypte
ncial leverage between the Hayden family trust and the Lindsey manufac

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