The Secret Heiress And Her Possessive CEO

attan West Private Clinic. She wore an old, seemingly cheap but well-tailored

n his phone. When he heard the door, he immediately dropped t

You didn't come back to the estate. You know how worried my mother g

ce. She made her eyes wide, forcing her breathing to bec

and slammed it onto the glass coffee table. The screen d

ined from his face for a fraction of a second, but his

look at me. This is a misunderstanding. Fallon was drunk from the

he let two perfectly timed tears roll down h

with his free hand. "You're stressed. You've been acting paranoid lately. Are you sure you're taking

the hem of her coat, twisting the fabric in her fists, pla

crossed Jensen's eyes. His voice softened into a sickeningly

voice meek, trembling. "I need security. I w

never allowed her to have financial independence. That was how

he table. "Maybe I should ask Gilda about this

ddle of a massive C-round merger. A sca

e hissed thro

de, innocent eyes. She held u

the budget he had set aside to buy Fallon a

st year," Christi whispered, her voice cracki

Christi was too stupid and too cowardly to actually leave him.

ssively at the paper. He wrote out a six-million-dollar

amount carefully. Then, right in front of him, she tappe

ffs. "I have a board meeting. Do your checkup."

thetic, trembling look vanished from Chr

led out the physical SD card. Sh

t, Mia Stone. "Mia. Route this into an offshore account and w

, the security camera silently

onitors. A low, dark chuckle vibrated in his chest as he watched his 'p

flagship on Fifth Avenue. Tell them a very important