vator doors sli

sprawling, minimalist expanse of the Central Park penthouse. It was

. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the breathtaking, glittering skyline o

er sofa. He reached up, loosening his silk tie, exposing the strong column of his

down the lo

. You can sleep there tonight. The maids w

ff her chest. She nodded quickly,

omew's private cell phone rang. The sharp, urg

man vanished, replaced by the ruthles

the hardwood floor, as she caug

barked into the p

. "Tell legal to freeze the two bridge loans f

he owned it. "I want Gregory Poole to walk into his board

nessing the absolute, terrifying power he wielded. He was

her staring. He didn't try to soften his expressio

aid coldly. "If you suddenly feel bad for

h. To his surprise, sh

dsucking family for years. D

ed Bartholomew's face. He gestur

authorization forms to legally block Poo

of expensive wood polish and old paper. Original abs

He pulled a thick stack of documents from a dra

ading the clauses, genuinely shocked by how meticulously

first page to sign, her eyes dr

the desk, in the most prominent

elvet cushion inside the glass, was a piece of paper. It was folded into a crud

ct that looked completely abs

air. "Is that some kind of top-secret corp

w followed

ured. The cold, calculating billionaire vanished. A look of intense,

t and dragged the glass dome closer to his c

y thick and raspy. "It's just a souvenir. From

h. The sudden, fierce protectiveness

me rushing back. The legendary "childhood sweetheart" he co

was just a pawn for his business, while he kept th

e quickly scribbled her name on the documents a

sture rigid, her voi

and your little sou

t of the study, her heels clic

e words died in his throat. He let out a heavy, defeated sigh, his eyes dropping