The Timid Wife Is A Ruthless Boss

the Coffey family's downtown Manhattan penthouse. The driver open

head down, falling into her usual rhythm of walking exactly hal

and cold power-filled the enclosed space. Isla's lungs t

stepped out with long strides. Suddenly,

o halt before slammin

d. He looked down at

s voice cutting through the quiet apartment. "Do not exp

ded imme

hispered. "I won't ca

ered in his jaw. He ripped his tie off, threw it onto

the study clicked sh

rs snapped back. Her spine straightened. The fear ble

edroom. She had demanded this separate room on the

akeup train case. She set it on the desk, her fingers tracing the hidden seams of the false bottom. With a subtle, practiced sequence of

eaned in for the iris check. The case clic

erver. Instantly, Kristy's fran

pacing around her office on t

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te. It was the voice of a queen, completely unr

her screen. Her eyes scanned the i

k touched I

d. "That's the decoy draft I thr

ll open. "Wait. Are you se

lew across the k

s," Isla ordered. "Contact the London pro

the hallway outside the guest roo

he hit the mute button and slammed the w

She ripped off her coat, threw it on the chair, and forced her

ood there holding a glass of ice water. His e

said. His gaze tried to pu

red, wrapping her arms around herself. "I get s

ark except for the flickering light of the muted

cowardice. He pulled a thick manila fol

. "It's the new terms for the Morales family tr

the folder. Her warm fingertips accidenta

oth fl

on his heel and walked away, his broad shoulde

olid wood, clutching the folder to her chest. She took a deep, shaky breath