ur hands

like a surgical scalpel. The absolute authority in her tone made the bod

kept him tucked securely against her side, using her own

te handkerchief. He stepped forward, his posture s

ng. "I must ask you to release the heir to the Yates fami

pils contrac

ates

t name. They were the apex predators of the financi

e pressed his face harder into the fabric of Alisson's trench c

out a cold,

er with blatant disgust, "you would not allow a child suffering from severe psychological trauma to run

used to being lectured by strangers. He took a step

could touch Alis

d sideways, extending his small leg j

ind his dark sunglasses, his e

d. His English was flawless, his tone

e her brother. She put her hands o

pointing a tiny finger at the butle

ered. He then looked at Geovanni, who was still clinging to the strange woman. In the five years since th

the boy's panic before it caused p

, bringing her lips cl

words. They were neuro-linguistic programming

scles began to melt. His breathing slowed.

ft tissue infused with a specialized lavender essen

nic coming back, smel

osened his fingers from her coat. He looked up at her,

guards. They moved in quickly, forming a tight human wall

nd d

voice boomed ac

ards insta

sandalwood cane. He was surrounded by another layer of elite security.

, watching the entire interaction. His

tely bowed at the

lked directly up to Alisson. He looked at her not wi

oice deep and resonant. "Was that a form of neuro-lin

ncredibly perceptive. She kept her expression

oked at his great-grandson, who was no

the old man muttered, almost to himself. "None of them could pull him

lored suit and pulled out a heavy, gold-embo

said. "The world's leading psychological experts will be there. I invite you to a

iate instinct was to refuse. She want

peering at her from between the guards' legs. His e

on its own. She

sleeve. She leaned in c

breath of air. "That pretty boy's eyes look exactl

d, paranoid glance at the old man and the guards, ensuring no one

e massive entourage moved ou

ss doors to the waiting cars, Geovanni turned h

rcing down the hollow, painful feeling in her gut. She turned a

Alisson stared at the

nd Y

sharks. But the memory of that little boy's trembling hands was bu