rs into the top-floor master bedroom of the ancestral house. The room smelled heavily of herbal essentia

held out a trembling hand, clut

eat-grandchild...

er fingers curled inside her sleeves. Just as she opened her mouth to st

pping around Genevra's slender waist with enough

e hand to pull a document stamped with a private clinic's seal from his suit pocket. "Th

had used his privileges to have his private medical team forge a

shaking hands, checked the health seal at t

from the Crosby Family Trust will be offici

der and pressed a heavy Montblanc gold pen into Genevra's

ed her name expressionlessly and set the

eds rest. We'll

Genevra's shoulder, and led her out of the master bedr

second-floor gallery, Genevra shoved his arm awa

critically ill old woman. Bryce, is th

e took a long stride forward, his

dmother, the trust committee would launch a new qu

here is no baby in my stomach. This is fraud, and I will subm

right hand against the pillar beside her ear, his

Genevra, you'd better think ca

?" Genevra met his cold

n last month," Bryce said evenly, his voice striking straight at her weak spot. "Your father's di

invisible hand were squeezing her heart so hard she co

ou are a

"Be a good Mrs. Crosby and keep your mouth shut until the trust lock-up period ends. Otherwise, tomorrow morning, the

od. She closed her eyes for a second. When she opened

ood, Mr.

r of unease crossed Bryce's chest, though his arrogance

my grandmother tonight. Don't

strode away to

der hidden inside her pocket. Pulling out her phone, she typed a complex string of Swiss bank cross-holding codes into an en

aring walls of his multi-billion-dollar empire from the inside. Smoothing the colla