underground parking garage of the Hol

employees kept their heads down, terrified of the dark aura radiating from t

it onto the leather sofa. He walked behind his massive mahogany desk. His eyes

om on his

"Ms. Kara Berger is in the lobby. She doesn't

ave of pure disgust rolled thro

in wearing a simple, innocent white dress. Her eye

e, powerful man in the city and felt a surge of secret pride. Af

ouch his arm, deliberately leaning in

ck, dodging her

oice sickeningly sweet. "I want an exclusive cover interview with Nova magazi

id coldly, his eyes dead. "There

next cover can I secure the script for that massive block

genius. But after Corrie's death, the subsequent ghostwriters Kara hired couldn't match Corrie's brilli

ny for the script," Damon replied dismissively. "

, Da

s. Berger out,"

us but hiding it. She turned a

doors cl

go! She stole the title of his wife while alive, and now she haunts him from the grave! For five years, Damon had been cold and distant. Kara couldn't compete with a dead woman. A wave

e and yanked it down, desperate for air. The guilt of ow

Damon a sleek black folder. "Back

scanned the executive summary, stopping

No public photos. She took over Nova two years ag

rest. "Skip the PR department. Book a

assistant rejected the request ten minutes ag

In this city, no one slapped

Cancel my afternoon meetings. I'm

-to-ceiling window, looking down at

abbing pain hit the l

very time it rained, every time he r

trembled slightly as he reached out and to

pped i

. She was laughing, her hair blowing in the w

the smooth glass, tracin

sound tore out of his throat

way was a machine made of ice and money. Only Brad knew that the

is pocket. He pulled it out and read

There's an anomaly at the Golden Leaf