The Phantom Heiress: His Secret Obsession

ning table, aggressively c

ing from the hallway. He swallowed hard,

Make sure you put down some plastic sheets in the Porsche, Kel.

t look at him. She didn't flinch. She moved with the sile

marble counter. She grabbed a mug and hit the dou

s of her slippers clicking softly. She

overwhelming maternal pride. She walked over to

r voice loud enough to ensure Corrie heard every word. "T

She pulled out a heavy, matte-black American

e's back. "Buy her something... appropriate. Don't worry ab

r the rim of the cup, she watched their reflection in the polished steel of the refrigerator. She saw the

into the passenger seat of Kelly'

as Kelly sped out

way, the deafening roar of helicopter rot

g up a massive cloud of brown dust and trash as it landed

dustrial era. Rusted silos and boarded-u

door and jumped out, his black overcoat whipping violently in

d dot blinked on the screen, marking the exact GP

d. He stopped in front of a collapsed, abandoned auto repair shop. The roof was

door. The hinges screamed, and the door cras

tray cats shrieked and scramb

n the far corner, resting on an oil-s

nside had been physically destroyed by a localized thermite ch

e realization hit him like a

t. A remote-controlled zombie terminal design

y the workbench in a fit o

ds, all the blood drained from his fac

m the words. "It's the hospital in New York. Leo... he found out you left to f

A cold, paralyzing ter

ng Arthur by the lapels of his suit,

Philadelphia, sir," Arthur gasped. "He's

n around and sprinted back toward

rron screamed at the pi

dn't drive toward the high-end

the rundown, industrial suburbs. She pulled the Porsche into a pothol

flickered, buzzing loudly: Ch

rned to Corrie, a sickeningly s

pretending to block out the smell of the parking lot. "This

lt. She didn't say a word.

f cheap plastic and industrial carpet cleaner. Racks upon racks of garish, poo

up. Seeing Kelly's designer clothes,

you?" the

e. "Yes. I need to find something for my poor relat

ack. She aggressively shoved hanger

ractically threw the ga

. She looked dow

old. A sharp, dangerous t

gown, completely covered i

saw the cut. She recognized the asymmetri

p-produced counterfeit of the "Starry Night" gown

etic trap, but for the sheer disrespect to her art. The crooked seams and stiff synthetic fibers were like

a look of pure, malici

h fake enthusiasm. "The blue will really bring out your eyes.

head. She looked at Kel

smile spread across her face. It was the smile of

r voice soft, almost a whisper. "You're

e masked it with a sneer. She couldn't believe how easy

k card on the counter to pay the $89 price tag. She didn't even as

iding doors, the harsh su

nto her purse f

am echoed from the street

y help him!" a

snapped towa

concrete sidewalk. His body was convulsing violently, his limbs thrashing

ocked onto the

$89 dress onto t

e launched herself forward, sprinting to