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Chapter 4 The Cold CEO to the Rescue

Word Count: 734    |    Released on: 23/03/2026

am stood in

of death in a bespoke charcoal suit. Seve

ension like a blade. "Our executive board is conducting a highly sensitive meeting in the adjacent suite. The disruptive noise level emanating from your p

d terrifyingly sharp-instantly loc

osture. He saw her

hair. His predatory sneer morphe

ped over the carpet, extending his h

red the han

physical dominance of his presence

e. He glanced at the untouched wine

t, stepped forward. "Mr. Donovan,

cussion with your lovely employe

e shifted to

mor in her pale fingertips aga

looked at his executives. "Move the meet

zed on the table. It was a text fr

the screen for exa

of time, Eric Donova

directly into Kaia's glass of ic

en s

t in the reflection of the dec

oots stopp

k locked tight. The air arou

ext. Her throat was painfu

r fingers around the condensat

the rim tow

kin, a massive, warm hand clamped

and jerked

lliam's eyes. A terrifying, violent

er skin. He violently rippe

ass tilted sharply. A small splash of the icy, tainted liquid sloshed over the rim, hitting Kaia's ch

e glass down

oaking the sleeve of Eric

ackward, his fa

ric. His voice was a

ng all contracts with your

You-you can't do that

am the process. Get out of my sight b

room. They grabbed Eric by the armpits and dragg

door cli

tely empty except f

o thank him, but the wo

y swam. The edges

ed in the pit of her stomach, sp

knuckles turned bone-white. She tried

the side. Gravity pull

lunged

ly around her waist, catching

ine cologne and pure heat

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