Divorcing The CEO To Save My Baby

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elevator, the frantic, chaoti

es were ringing off the hook. Several desks

glass, she saw him yanking his tie loose,

He looked up, saw Emma, and

. "Diego, what

urned his Bloomberg Term

g a dozen shell companies, had launched a massive, coordinated short-s

outlets had published coordinated hit piece

rubbing his temples. "We have maybe forty-

lightning. This was Denton. This was h

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he caller ID read: L

ak, her father's frantic, screamin

afloat! The banks are calling in the debts today!" Leland roared. "Get on you

price you pay for selling your daughter," she sa

burying his face in his hand

on who helped her be destroyed

coat and ran ou

floor of the Chaney Building, the absolut

er face and immediately looked

y double doors of the CEO

ally spinning a Montblanc pen between his fin

mahogany desk. "Stop the hostile

smirk playing on his lips. "Comi

out the divorce settlement agreem

othing. And I'll call

e astronomical costs of private hospital deliveries, diapers,

reement, ripped it violently in half, and

d out without a single word

tered across his desk like dead leaves. He didn't move for a long

at the sc

swered, his v

back from a follow-up neurological appointment downtown. The ambulance is taking her to NewYork-Presbyterian. T

ontblanc pen rolled off the de

her bloo

, sir. They're searching t

his hand on the frame, and looked back at his security chief who had appeared in

derground garage. The engine of his black Aston Martin roared to life. He tore out of the park

the VIP emergency entrance of NewYork-Presbyterian Hos

a gurney through the double doors. Denton caught a glimpse of Beverly's pale fac

lling down her surgical mas

," Denton cut in.

We need to transfuse immediately, but the regional blood bank just confirmed

on said flatly. "Same blood

and dialed the securit

sir. We picked her

pumping through his veins, his shirt damp from the sleet outside.

elow the ribs. It wasn't his. It must have transferred when he leaned over the gurney as i

e it off. His eyes fixed on th