Hunting Down My Mysterious Doctor Wife

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of black coffee. He stopped behind her chai

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r her weight. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a

clicking against her teeth. "Someone powerful wan

ing to find a backdoor. The screen

jaw tightening. "It's physically air-gapped. I nee

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creen, accompanied by a photograph of Fidel Vaugha

from severe, chronic trigeminal neuralgia and insomnia. He has been searching globally for

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cold, calculated pla

ctor," Eleanor

nd walked across the penthous

ss faucet. Ice-cold water r

ing water, and splashed it directly onto he

pumped it into her palms. She rubbed her hands togeth

ion, and the dark lipstick melted away, swir

n white towel and

the mirror, the got

Her skin was flawless and pale, her cheekbones sha

proached a biometric wall panel. She

revealing a high-tec

ilored black tactical trench coat from the rack and slipped

hin, sterile medical gloves. She snapped them onto h

opened a temperature-

d it by the handle. It was heavy, packed with custo

e was

o the private un

modified, matte-black Aston Martin. The eng

slid into the low bucket seat. She re

Vaughan's convoy just left the Vaughan Tower. T

raight ahead throu

t," she c

n Martin shot out of the garage like a bull