t she had fabricated online. It detailed a rare blood di

react if she became a liability instead of an asset. She hadn

ssing, personal anxiety su

sophisticated. But she cou

ning at a top-tier private clinic on the Upper East Side-the Whi

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he clinic. After checking in, a nur

. She had never felt so alone, so ashamed. The waiting

on apologetic. "Ms. Smith, I'm so sorry. Dr. Miller was ca

She couldn't wait. She ju

er doctor avail

. However, one of our clinic partners happens to be here for a quarterly review. He's not a pra

ho

the principal investor in the Whitfield

name was a pun

New York's elite. It had to be a coinc

Where

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no mood to deal with a difficult investor,

oak door. A deep voice fr

iar. A jolt of unea

h his back to her, looking out a large window as he spoke on

day. I don't care how you do it. Make it ha

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s call and slowl

is face, her s

from the hotel. Th

tly in surprise. Then, a flicker of som

ed run. She spu

ing speed. A hand pressed flat against the door beside her head, bloc

she hissed, her voice a furious w

playful light in his gray eyes. "You gave me a ring. Yo

m off, her face flaming. "And

opped an octave, sending

door was suddenly thrown

there?" It was Julian's vo

's blood

oor by his uncle, her face flushed and clothes d

's chest, panic rising in

smirk curled his lips. His hand didn't let go. Instea

unlocked

Seraphina, trapped and pale, to his uncle, intimately holding her. His face went

n? What the hell i