Pampered By The Ruthless Tycoon Guardian

d under the concrete awning, her cardboard box of personal items sitting in a puddle at her feet. Her Chanel sui

ngers shaking with rage as she d

ing perfectly. "Please, help me. They f

ting he was leading. He stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ce

ake a breath," he said, hi

rrogant sponsor, he demanded I give his baby unauthorized medication. When I refused to break

nd "bully." She knew how much Sterling hated people who

tightened. "W

ffling. "He's up in the VIP penthouse. Ste

rmly. He hung up and turned to hi

al's underground parking garage, Desiree was waiting. The moment Sterling stepped out of the car,

awful!" she cried,

ld her, a faint scent hit his nose. It wasn't antiseptic or soap. It was the heavy, sweet smell of a

ning. No sender, just a file detailing discrepancies in Desiree's academi

rate. "You have to confront him, Sterling. He's still

n. Instead, he gently pushed her back, holding her at arm's

t first, I need to see the incident report. I need to read

uddenly became real. "The report? Sterling, they falsified it!

hardening, "my lawyers will tear it apart. But I don't

hadn't expected this. She expected a knight in sh

d the elevator. Desiree had no choice but to fol

anchoring her weak, three-month-old body while she looked out the window over his shoulder, her enhanced vision picking out the tiny figures in

. "The little brother isn't completely brain-dead. He asked for

e thought. A proud, almost imperceptible smile touc

Desiree trailing behind him like a shadow. He marched up

plinary file for Dr. Dil

own the hall. "The files are in the administrator's off

lhouette of a tall man sitting inside. He took a deep breath,