Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire

d up to the curb outsid

nd slid a pair of dark sunglasses over his eyes. He looked at the dirty brick bu

him. She wanted to see his face w

ed to see whoever was in charge. A young officer p

isher was a heavy-set man with graying hair and ti

lasses and tossed them on

e my lawyers have already called you. This entire situ

n." He didn't argue. He simply reached into a manil

marker, but the sheer amount of crimson red

laced a clear plastic evidence

's limited-edition Hermes Birkin bag. The pristine

on of a second, a cold, suffocating flash of genuine panic striking his chest. But he ruthl

ngerous, icy register. "I want to see exactly what k

Forrest like he was

lood at that scene. The medical examiner gave a preliminary report. Bas

eaned back in his cha

she bought blood bags. She was the star of her th

it made the overhead fluorescent lights flicker. He was taking her

lecture on Carmen's "histrionic persona

tormed into the ro

cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying. She had

ing there, looking perf

mond! You abs

ice could stop her, she swung her arm

rough the entire bullpen.

ze. In his entire life of wealth and privi

turned back to Brooke, his eyes

gressively at his chest. Tea

erywhere! And I heard you out in the hall telling them she's faking

er. "She is faking it, Brooke. An

esk. She turned to the Captain. "She texted me at 10 PM! She said her stomach was i

hit Forrest like

t completely pale. He remembered the stomach pa

instantly caught the flash

e turned back to Forre

abused her for years! Everyone saw it, but she defended you! And now she's bleeding

laring at Forrest now. The dis

sment and rage. He pointed a shaking finger a

idn't look at Brooke. He

m officially making you a person of interest in this case. I need

irst time, he realized his money co

cry for her. It was the first wa