Pampered By The Ruthless Tycoon Guardian

e it had hit the cart. Her face was a mask of pain, but her eyes were darting arou

g finger at Devin. "Security! This man is interfer

p a sterile specimen bag. With precise, deliberate movements, he dropped

turned her head, her gaze landing on Desiree's w

mind. "She has an unlabeled vial in there. It's a fast-acting hallucinogen f

et. He saw the slight bulge. A d

is face covered in sweat. Julian Cromwell, the Chief of Pediatrics, looked like he wa

n as I heard. I am so sor

o one arm and pointed the specimen bag at Julian. "Is it hospital policy fo

en at the syringe inside. "Lethal... dose?" He turned to

oked utterly heartbroken. "Dr. Cromwell, I swear, it was a mistake. I've been on shift for

face with her hands. It w

coke in the club bathroom until three in the morning. Her b

tched. He looked at Arthur, who was standing like a

, trying to twist away, but Arthur was a wall of muscle. He grabbed h

le. There was no label. No prescription

nless steel counter. It clink

lapsed into a chair, her face as

It was a street-grade narcotic dispenser. Not something found in an

falling over the cowering doctor. "You bring stree

ing. "Mr. Ayers

all security footage. I want her medical license revoked by the end of the hour

mered, waving frantically at the security

eet. She didn't fight. She just stared at the

n at Kenzie. The fever was still there, but her bre

evin commanded Julian. "I want the best ped

away," Julian squeaked,

he chaos of the ER. The elevator hummed as it ascended. Kenzie nestled deeper into h

ntment in her voice. "Better than the last batch

r doors, his expression unreadable. But in the quiet of the elevator,

nster," he