's private study slammed shut, t
lly into her flesh. He shoved her into the center of the room. Corinn
ps. His face was mottled red, the veins in his neck bulging agains
her posture rigid. She looked down at her arm, then slowly up
, there are three hundred guests and thirty reporters outside that door. You hav
spen's other arm. "Aspen, how could you? We raised
of Corinne's grasp. The sudden move
ng you toss me to a man you call a cripple so your precious Sloane can
ws. The realization dawned on them-Aspen h
He pulled it out with trembling hands. The screen was lit up wi
Hogan Group were already plummeting. A twenty percen
lumped, and he leaned heavily against the mahog
voice hoarse. "Fine. You get the fifteen million. And
f a smile. "A wise business decision
move, a deafening c
ently kicked open, the wood sp
y. Their faces were carved from granite, their eyes scanning the room for t
the terrified Hogan parents. He walked straig
oth but carrying an undeniable weight.
rward, his fists clenched. "What is the meaning of this
Fitzpatrick insists. To prevent any... accidents... your security
is on the word accidents
Fitzpatrick family had already moved their pieces. He had lost all leverage. H
t Elias. "Than
. "Have my luggage brought to the front door in ten minutes.
t upstairs, she might find more "secrets" to expose
e two bodyguards flanked Aspen, fo
room. The guests parted like the Red Sea, staring in stunned silence
ning down her face in black streaks, glaring at Aspen with
massive front doors of the estate. The cool night air hit her
e stone steps, the
the shadows of the backseat. He exten
mall hand disappearing into his grip. His ski
in the quiet, leather-scented darkness, l
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