LOGINThomas ignored them completely, speaking calmly into his phone. "Put me through to the senior asset management team in Geneva. I need to activate the emergency provisions attached to the family trust. We have a medical crisis, and time is limited.” There was a brief pause. “Of course, sir. May I c
“What do you need from him?” “His signature.” I ended the call and turned toward my father. “Your authorization is required,” I said. “I know.” “Then sign it.” My father shook his head. “You are not thinking clearly. I am protecting this family," Alastair rasped, his voice rough from my grip
“Back off, Alastair. I don’t have time for your lectures.” His eyes widened at the way I addressed him. But I no longer cared. For the first time in my life, Hawthorne Group meant absolutely nothing to me. "Lectures?!" Alastair shouted, throwing his hands up. "You are destroying generations of wo
On the other end of the line, there was a brief, stunned pause. Arabella had clearly expected me to scream, to negotiate, or to stall for time. "She will," Arabella answered, her confidence faltering for a fraction of a second. "The antivenom will neutralize the toxin." "Done," I said instantly. "
Sebastian “Who is this?” A laugh came through the speaker. “Oh, Sebastian. Is that really how you greet someone who has gone to such extraordinary lengths to get your attention?” My entire body went rigid. I knew that voice. It was a voice I thought had been locked away forever. My fingers tig
Weston had never been so frightened in his life. “Maisie!” he shouted again. “Baby, Daddy’s here! Can you hear me?” He had searched the same corridor twice, checked three empty rooms, and questioned every member of staff he could find. Each time someone told him they hadn’t seen Maisie, the knot i







