ow of his office. He looked down at the ti

co leaves crunched under his tight grip. His chest felt

om on his

rembled slightly. "The monthly trust fund transfer to your wife's

apped in half. Shreds of brown toba

t the speak

ers were just a negotiation tactic. A desperate play for his attention. B

ach. He hated the feeling. He immediately c

ed in, carrying a thick manila fo

n report," Alex said,

ver and flipped

ing rain in Brooklyn. She was dragging a scuffed suitcase

of her in that filthy environment fe

d the pag

er designer clothes. And then, a ma

It was a deposit for an experiment

a she was pushed so close to the edge that she had

his hand on

condition had deteriorated?" Holland yell

the security and medical liaison teams. You told them to block all communications and r

and

exact words to punish her for asking h

e of guilt rose in his t

lute control, instantly threw up a wall of defense.

e report, desperate to find s

t on the f

nt window. Corinna was standing shoulder-to-should

smiling. It was a bright

age, she had never smiled at him like that. She only

ealousy ripped through his

e photo ont

lland sneered, his voice dripping wi

d pulled out a thin, old file. It was his psychological evaluation from his chil

le was a yellowed pi

ding a sunflower in a dark room. In the bottom rig

d the letter

ho had ever looked at him with pure ki

ane. The contrast twisted his stomach. The girl in his memory w

who drew the sunflower and the woman i

the drawer and slammed it shut.

ting. He was the king of Wall St

Find out who supplies the raw materials for Zane's studio. Buy them out or

nervously.

here, she is nothing," Holland sa

a's "Cocoon" design. He fed it into

tear the beautiful design in