of a sleek skyscraper on Central Park South, a fortress of

d her to a private elevator that opened directly into his residence-

open to a foyer the size

m. He was an older man, impeccably dressed in a trad

man in his employer's arms, but his expression

ving towards the master bedroom wing. "H

, a brilliant surgeon. Dr. Evelyn Reed was the trus

es briefly resting on Alexandrea's pale fa

g a soft cashmere throw over her. He stood there for a moment, watchin

phone and dial

flat, all business. "I need

nity records from twenty-two years ago. I want Alexandrea's birth certific

, "Dig deep. I have a suspicion that A

hocked, was a professi

ion had begun. The truth wa

ere Alastair was waiting. He beg

eam of the best nutritionists

nt him on retainer, but she's

, is to be replaced. Top of the line. Clea

hen Ace finished, he asked a simple, crucial question.

edroom door, and for a moment, a look of

d as the future Mrs. G

ead deeply. "I under

Alexandrea's status, her very identity, had just been rewritten b

and Thaddeus arrived with a

f Ace, whistled softly. "Big brother, you we

ook. "Less talking. Go c

ed to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, looking down at the glittering tap

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