ian rug. Carissa shot up from the imposs
her knife. Her fingers brushed cold silk sheets, and
ightstand. An unsaved number, but she
t the record button, and a
uys in the hospital last night?!"
"Those were Gates family secu
u're back with the billionaire, you owe us two million. We sold that br
a's throat. "I'm re
. "I'll go to the press! I'll tel
ecording to the police. Extortion and human trafficking. I'll use the Gates legal
the number. Her hands
. She stared at her reflection in the gold-framed mirror. Dark circles unde
er phone rang aga
" the man screamed. "You owe me five gr
uld have panicked. To
voice tight, mimicking the cold authority she'd been subjected to since arri
pped. "G-Gates? Oh. Uh, my apologies, M
d. Power was a
ee Isadore. At the end of the hall, Alistair
young master for one hour at three PM," Alistair
ped into the butler's personal spa
ght off guard. "Mr. G
lfill a medical contract. If my mood is ruined and it affects my ab
opened his mouth. No words came out. Th
iating the authority of a woman who knew
nursery door, and saw Isadore sitting up
dull eyes lit up. "
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