The Orphan Heiress: Reclaiming My Stolen Life

dred miles per hour, its tires cutting through deep puddles as Elena

ged. Blood soaked through the leather seat beneath him, a

f her client bled to death before reaching Manhattan, collec

her right hand and pulled out a small needle case. Inside were a few ordinary needles, but the moment her fingers touched them, the needl

umb and drew out two three-inch titan

a second, Elena flicked her wrist. The two needles flashed through the dim cabin and sank

nstantly, slowing to a tiny trickle as the needles stimulated

warmth spread from the needle sites through his freezing ch

e driver's seat, his dark eyes narrowing in shock. Even the top military surgeons und

ed to a stop outside Stephens Estate-a hundred-acre fortress

rpieces rushed out of the guardhouse, raising t

"Lower your weapons and open the gate,"

He immediately barked into his collar radio, "It's Mr. Stephens!

, drove up the long driveway, and parked right bes

ctors in white coats rushed down the steps pushing a stretc

traitors on the board hired foreign mercenaries tonight

er and stepped out of the SUV on his own two feet. His dark eyes

top floor," Gideon commanded. "No one go

her hands into her pockets, and walked up the sto

iously at the soaked teenage gir

hundred million dollars from my Swiss offshore account to

gh-security encrypted tablet, and typed rapidly as

zzed once. She glanced at the screen confirming the two-hundred-mill

s won't bleed out tonight," El

of irritation in his chest. He took a long step forward, closing the distance between t

e side of her neck. "Two hundred million is just the cab fare. The St

expressionless. "Trying to add strings to a cash

rose halfway toward her wet shoulder before he stopped

o his bandaged ribs and spoke coldly to Franklin. "Activate the global dark web intellig