Married to the Coldest Media King

Upper East Side, overlooking the riv

spun clouds. For a moment, she forgot. Then the

standing by the window like a statue. He pointed to

r, he said. It

ked up the ice pack and held i

usy, Carter repl

ffed. Bus

he recognized-the nursing home wh

icked. You need to come. There are men

od ran cold

Carter. I ha

d. You are ad

e. If you try to stop me, I

hed. I wil

isted living facility, Dylan didn't wait for Car

shouting fro

ors, was standing over Grandma Rose's wheelchair

yelled. That ring on your fing

tched her left hand to her chest. No,

o the room. Get

shove, given her size, but her fury

ce sneered. The little th

a senile woman, Dy

aching for Rose's hand again. And I

g. Dylan, she whispered. She pressed some

ed her fis

face red. You Maxwells are

TV was playing CNBC. The headline scrolled acro

and desperate, f

ce of the solarium. He was watching,

the suit. He recognized the pin

darted from C

hanneled every ounce of arrogance

w by Brennan Capital's legal department. Mr. Carter here is handling the asset assessment. This ring, as part of the Max

blinke

apital has taken over the portfolio. They are auditing everything. Including the provenance of every asset. If you touc

t move. He didn't speak. But he slow

etched, heavy a

rd. He wiped sweat

now, he stammer

an snapped. Leave. Bef

't over, he muttered, but he retreate

ve out, and she grabbed the back o

d. Good girl, she murmured.

Carter. He was w

olding. For him to call Garla

f her. He looked at the d

creative,

didn't know she was holdi

an hates being used, Miss Maxwell. B

arm. Let's get your