he gripped the metal. The script in his head screamed at him to throw
not wait for h
minal sat on a sleek glass table, completely disconnected from the mansion's main netw
chine," he barked, his voice cracking. "That is
er button. The screen flared to life,
k. She typed a string of thirty-six characters-a chaotic mix of Latin phr
hed on the screen: UNAUTHORIZE
the desk, ready to phy
The screen turned a solid, calming green. Bold
back, Fo
triggered in the security
desk, let out a low, strangled gasp. The core system was unhackable. It
op lid. She turned around and look
hospital to verify my biology
nty of his reality was crumbling beneath his feet. He looked a
e sounding like crushed glass. "B
the black Maybach gl
nard sat rigidly, staring out the tinted window. Kath
the underground VIP parking
he script. He walked around the rear of the car and opened Katherine's door. As she stepped out, his hand a
-side toward the pr
, a violent burst of white light flashed frclick-
niforms lowered their long-lens came
them down, but it was too late. One of the paparazzi had a wirel
in a sterile white room, allowing a d
nard paced. His phone vibra
en was flooded with notifi
n in bold red letters: SHOCKER! ICE-COLD BILLIONAIRE KENNARD BLACKBURN SP
Katherine. Because she looked twelve years younger than her actual age, and was wea
urnsMysteryWoman was alre
an incoming call. The caller ID f
bringing the p
aker, so loud it echoed in the quiet hallway. "A pregnant gold-digger? You're
It's not what you think. This is a highly complex situation
se, I will burn it to the ground!" Ke
he examinatio
. The acoustics of the hallway carried every vile
s. The script hadn't just ruined her son; it had turn
y hit the end call button, cutting his sister off mid-scream. He shoved t
the wall-mounted television in the waiting area.
rm had
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