Hiding The Tycoon's Secret Genius Twins

k a deep, steadying breath, the cool leather of the seat a grounding presence at her back. She tucked the file

she said, turning to her son. "Stay inside

ar, she saw him through the tinted window, his gaze already sweeping th

ile spread across his face. He'd already embedded a small surprise in their system-a custom protocol that would fast-track his mother's onboarding credentials and send a

mple, impeccably tailored suit stood out amongst the scrubs and lab coats. Whispers followed in her wake,

gnore

an Foster, the hospital's Chief Medical Officer, waiting fo

a brief, fatherly hug. "It's good

of warmth in her voice. "Thank you for everything. Four

ire palace yourself." He handed her a golden ID badge clipped to a l

ords were stark and clear: Geneviev

ght was an anchor, a declaration. The ghost of the disgr

of his phone. Seraphina's name had flashed across it moments ago, her cloying ringtone filling the office. He had let it ring.

, the way she had fled from him-burned in his mind. He di

rity entered moments

leting footage; they were rewriting the server logs in real time. They even left a calling card-a

n's lips. "Escalate it," he said softly. "I

ut a knock. Seraphina Bloom swept i

t you some ginseng tea. Yo

to chips of ice. "Who gave you permission to

d over her heart, her expression shifting to one of wounded tenderness. "I still re

. It brought the echo of a defiant voice in an airport, the phantom scent of a

, his tone dismissing her comple

exiting with a semblance of wounded dignity. In the h

tion. The air was thick with tension. She could feel the resentment from the senior surgeons, particularly from a

sting some of Gia's groundbreakin

ns. I'm sure your... connections... on the continent were very helpful

ck marker. In a series of swift, elegant strokes, she drew a breathtakingly detailed anatomical illustration of the b

the marker. Her eyes

as an acceptable risk. However, you failed to document that your initial trajectory for the ultrasonic aspirator was off by two millimeters. You grazed the facia

very doctor in the room knew exactly what she was talking about. She hadn't just c

nt on," she announced, her gaze sweeping across the stunned faces, "all

d their attention. She had their

fice. The red emergency light on the wall began to flash. Th

gh the door, her fa

atient's family, they've brought reporters! They