igh ceiling of the dining room as she co

ermanent infertility diagnosis today, didn't you? You foolish girl, how

n silence. Inside her Birkin bag lay a lab sheet confirming a healthy four-w

believed she was barren, nobody - not Ericka, nor the vultures in the Howard family

gh, walked up to Dylan, an

. The Schmidt Group is willing to transfer forty percent of the permanent operati

to buy peace with the only currency he had, even

r family's cash flow. In her past life, her father's endless concessions h

keep your

eady, carrying zero trace of

medical records. I am simply sick o

ce. In his mind, all of her bizarre hostility tonight suddenly made complete sense. A proud society wi

t the equity

n a deep, mag

y has plenty of medical options for an heir. I ha

f nausea in her stomach. She remembered all too well how this "saint" ha

? If you're done, pl

irs. Dylan moved fast, stepping sideways to

noise for one night.

rrying the condescending patience

h me with the hands

p his face. Dylan caught her other wrist mid-swing,

her toward the front door. Dax roared and lunged forward, only to be t

ouch a hair on her he

ck of his hands, while Winston hugged Dax's legs and sc

p heels, which only made his grip tighten around her ribs. A bodyguard yanked open the rear door of the

c click of the central locks as Dylan climbed in bes