ian rug. Carissa shot up from the imposs

her knife. Her fingers brushed cold silk sheets, and

ightstand. An unsaved number, but she

t the record button, and a

uys in the hospital last night?!"

"Those were Gates family secu

u're back with the billionaire, you owe us two million. We sold that br

a's throat. "I'm re

. "I'll go to the press! I'll tel

ecording to the police. Extortion and human trafficking. I'll use the Gates legal

the number. Her hands

. She stared at her reflection in the gold-framed mirror. Dark circles unde

er phone rang aga

" the man screamed. "You owe me five gr

uld have panicked. To

voice tight, mimicking the cold authority she'd been subjected to since arri

pped. "G-Gates? Oh. Uh, my apologies, M

d. Power was a

ee Isadore. At the end of the hall, Alistair

young master for one hour at three PM," Alistair

ped into the butler's personal spa

ght off guard. "Mr. G

lfill a medical contract. If my mood is ruined and it affects my ab

opened his mouth. No words came out. Th

iating the authority of a woman who knew

nursery door, and saw Isadore sitting up

dull eyes lit up. "