Reborn Heiress: My Ex-Husband's Ruin

et slipped slightly on the polished marble step of the podiu

rashing tray. Her elegant expression shifted to pure confusi

ted instantly to the sudden movement. His hand flew to his holstered we

rled the shards and water directly at Foster's face. The agent instinctively raised his arms and turned his head to protect his eyes from the flying shards. Capitalizing on that single, crucial split-se

nds grasped the older woman's shoulders wi

ght. The force sent them both tumbling off balance, cra

oom. It wasn't a loud bang, but a sharp, deadly thwip t

, tore through the empty space they had just

igh on her left shoulder. The kinetic force s

he pain was so absolute and sudden that it insta

coat tangled around her legs. The world tilted violently on i

armed. Her eyes widened in absolute horror as she looked at Genevieve. A dark, we

and women dove under banquet tables. Multiple security agents

rist microphone. He threw his own body over Senator Harrin

her left shoulder. Her fingers sank into the torn

ciousness. She bit her lower lip hard. She used the sharp sting

pen. A highly tactical, heavily armed extraction team floo

of security, led the tactical team straight to the po

confirmed the Senator was safe under Foster. Then his sh

per team to the roof to hunt the assassin. Simul

voice trembled, but it remained authoritative.

rabbed the collar of the trench coat and tore i

screaming at her to fight. But Rick pinned her good shoulder down firmly against the floo

ick ordered. His voice was completely devoid of emotion. He

a dark tunnel as the rapid blood loss beg

nvas stretcher. They swiftly transferred Geneviev

od-soaked emerald silk gown was exposed beneath it. Rick Sullivan frow

e fluorescent lights overhead strobed like a nightmare

cal transport waiting in the loading dock.

ly allowed her eyes to close. She sank into a dark, pain-filled void. Her should