The Mad Heiress's Dangerous Mercenary Lover

quiet except for the rhythmic

e heart attack had been a fake, but the rage bu

report. His hands were shaking. He stopped

voice barely a whisper. "The root of the Ghost Lily was

ound the glass of water on

. "It mimics the exact symptoms of congestive hear

palm. Blood dripped onto the white sheets. He didn't feel

hadn't thought that, he would be

t in my house," Horace orde

looked pale. "The purchase order was traced, si

al room opened before

in sight. His eyes were red, his face a mask of agonizing worry. He crossed the room in t

e," Cristian said, his voice cracki

ad groomed to take over his empire

anted to give you something rare." He pulled a thick manila folder from his briefcase and placed it on

d a police receipt. "I fired him immediately. He admitted to

mooth, the evidence irrefutable. The blame w

ed face. A chill settled in his bones that

believed every single word. He would have patted Cr

glaring. The golde

d, a grandfatherly smile stretching his lips. "It's not y

th. For a split second, a flash of

sir," Cristian said, stand

said, stopping him

his smile polit

voice weary. "I need my family aroun

dn't waver, but his

unced. "She is a Holden. Flawed or not, she stays in this h

's jaw tightened. His pupils shrank. "Grandfather, is

e snapped, his eyes hard enou

ver you think is best." He turned and walk

shut, Horace's warmth vanish

Wing. The room next to mine. Double the security

d racing. The mad girl wasn't mad. She

er newly assigned room, watching the staff car

of unease settling in her stomach. The old ma