Pacific Coast Highway, heading straight to

limate control, blasting warm air into the back seat. He care

console, poured a cup of warm

his jaw clenching with guilt. "I should

eeped into her freezing palms. She

the first time in hours, the suffocat

d and approached the private, ultr

the Gibson family crest, automatically s

way lined with perfectly manicured Fren

ont of the main entrance of the sprawl

. Brooklyn placed one f

a Astor-Vance, was already rushing down the grand

fierce, desperate hug. She buried her face in Brooklyn's h

re at Drew. "How could you let her suffer l

wrapped her arm around Brooklyn's

e double doors into a grand fo

pped dead in

massive champagne tower. Relatives from the extended family and some

ations stopped. The room erupt

e grand staircase. It read: Congratu

id for three years completely shattered. A gen

silver tray. She picked up a flute of non-a

weeks

ngeles, inside a hundred-million-dollar penthous

curves. She held a mug of black coffee, letting the bitter steam

g a crisp suit, walked into th

Ms. Gibson," the assis

o. It showed Baron and Agnes attending a high-profile chari

photo. A short, sharp s

he velvet sofa. It bounced

rble coffee table and pic

one up high. She snapped a picture. The photo showed only the sleek, flawless curve

a brand new account and typed in

rs tapped rapidly against the gla

so much better after

he publis

the speaker, sealing her retur