Addicted To The Ruthless Surgeon Heiress

utside was muffled to a dull hum, leaving only the rapi

et clothes seeped into the premium leath

zed interior. He kept his mouth shut. He reached into the center console and p

njured hand and took the blanket. The blood on

d up a notch. A surgeon who didn't care about a

ice has issued a severe flood warning. The hur

ter. He pressed the accelerator, trying to beat

Her voice was low, cutting through

do that, we'll add two hours to

een. "Three miles ahead, the elevation drops. The drainage

idiculous. The weather service

surgeon at the estate ASAP. He wasn't going to risk

d the cashmere blanket tighter aroun

ead of them flared red. Traffic ground to a halt. A

The wind howled, carrying the panicked shouts of drivers ahead. T

k at the girl in the passenger seat. She hadn't moved. Her eyes wer

ard, jumping the curb and crossing the double ye

roar erupted behind them. A wall of mud and debris slammed down

heel. He swallowed hard, his belief

phone. She flipped it open, her thumb moving rapidly over the keypad. She wasn't mak

en returned to normal, now showing their route on a blank gray backgroun

usted billboard, torn from its moorings, spun through the air. It slamm

entire metal structure folded in on itself, crushing everythi

aying zero signal bars. He murmured, "Didn't that man come to pick me up

uetooth earpiece. "Mr. Barron," he said, his voice trembling