Out Of Your League: The Lethal Ex-Wife

s up his nose. His eyes roamed over Erica's bod

cellular regeneration rate has shattered every known record in medical history.

ed forward. Their broad shoulders eff

eyes w

s. It highlighted the weakest joints on the agents' bodies-knees

ospital staff and security, she would trigger a city-wide

tly relaxed her combat posture and contor

stopping an inch f

ring out of her throat in a raspy, hysterical shriek

king sure her voice echoe

t the Director. "You want to lock up a traumatized car crash victim

d silent. Then, th

eral patients and family members in the waiting area pulled out their

pale green. He was obsessed with science, but a viral video

up, forcing a st

he glare of the phone cameras. "We will provide you with the be

out the Swiss bank receipt for the twenty million dol

spital," Erica spat arrogantly. "I don't need y

ble proof of her wealth, Alistair gritted his teeth.

spital. She was wearing a tight black tracksui

nce sirens pierced the air, rushing t

llow cab. She gave the driver the address of Manhattan's

ather seat. She closed her eyes. The O

e. She ordered three military-grade encrypted servers, a local

bank draft on the mahogany desk, and demanded a move-in ready,

Then he saw the zeros on the bank draft. His attitu

Erica was standing

in cash to bypass standard escrow, using a billionaire-tier expedited clearing channel. She threw another five hundred thousand at the dark web couriers

curity team hauled heavy black

ivated the penthouse's biometric security system and s

the high-performance workstation and physically hardwired i

onitors flick

orate structure file of the Fischer Group. She stared at Colten F

he Fischer Group was holding i

uild a coffin fo