Marrying The Comatose Billionaire For Sweet Revenge

t left the Caldwell driveway and merged onto the interstate heading north toward the

asphalt broke the silence. From the front passenger seat, Phoebe

osed, her breathing steady. After a moment, she opened her eyes

the lid lifted to reveal a compact selection of toxicology reagents Reyna had prep

ng the original core formulas that had built Caldwell Pharmaceuticals. As Reyna's fingernail

aying a single word in her defense. Up on the witness stand, her fiancé Darren Vaughn had used polished corporate term

tebook until the paper creased and the

n in the back seat, Phoeb

ad to the butler at the Vaughn es

placed the notebook back into

s you what people are doing when

ir-gapped archive of toxicology case files Margaret had left behind. Reyna then loaded the locally stored copy of Con

ed the results against three of Margaret's old poisoning cases, her thumb rubbing slowly against her index finger as she caught three contradictory blood markers

tate, cut the external data feeds to his

mmediately opening her lapto

e, the former chairman of Vaughn Global, and the beneficial controller of the Vaughn family trust. Even crippled and l

only blade sharp enough to cut the alliance apart. But curing Conrad would not place him under her c

-based toxicologist who had participated in testing and training her at Margaret's request. Before leaving Europe, Reyna had

m the single analysis as a final personal favor to Marga

e from the Vaughn medication ampoule shares the same chemical backb

deterioration was no mere aftermath of an aviation accident. Whoever was slowly kil

nto a narrow, winding private road. Century-old oak trees arched overhead,

e drive. The driver pressed the brakes, bringing the SUV to a halt a

actical vests stepped out of the guardhouse, walk