The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

ational terminal hissed shut behind Vivia

earest trash can and dropped

ng of the last digital thread connecting her

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ost sought-after special consultant at the Hôpital de la Tour in Geneva, a brilliant, untouchable surgeon whose

surdly simple and f

ing on her operating table, she

no hospital director with sweaty palms

gical outcomes were that impeccably clean. S

edical chart, changed into her tailored khaki

aced by a bright phone wallpaper of two b

and

similar to the man she had erased from her life, a rar

only good things to ever come

ut of the double doors. No o

ybachs screeched to a halt outside the hospi

ard leaped out to open

sive black trench coat whippin

and dark impatience that made passing staff i

king Kara, who hid her face behi

of security, Owen, his face

ressing her surgically enhanced breasts against his muscular arm.

ator in the lobby heard her pathetic, trembling voice. "What i

r hand mechanically. "If she cannot help you, then she is a fraud. And if she refuses t

ly satisfaction hiding behind her fragile,

to greet them, a flock of sweating administrators

Sterling commanded, his voice crisp, co

ief. "Of course, Mr. Carlisle. Our very best, Dr. Vivian. She has just fin

ing pause for a fra

he wife who had vanished without

e woman who lived entirely on his schedule and his money. She could not poss

ame name, no

her Volvo SUV, driving smoothly

one. Her sons

ly in her pocket. The screen flashed wi

annoyed, a

n hysterical. "I need you to return to the hospital. Immediatel

e the muscles in her n

relax, gripping t

yielding. "My shift is over. No benefactor, no matter h

panicked, desperate whisper. "It is Sterling Carlisle. Of the Carlisl

g strike. For a single, terrifyi

tructed, steel walls around her pa

hicker and colder than ever before. A

voice carrying the sharp, deadly edge of a razor. "Tell Mr. Carlisle to fo

er word of protest and powered the phone off c

reat Sterling Carlisle

Coleman stared at his dead phone, his face

uncontrollably. "Mr. Carlisle. It.

The temperature in the r

, clutching hi

a moment, her true venom showing. "What kind of arrogant bitch abandons a

is gray eyes. He had tolerated arrogance from royalty

deadly calm. "If she will not come willingly, she

of elevators. A flicker of cold fury, mixed with

what no one in his world ever dared to do. She h

n. "Find out exactly who this Dr. Vivian is. I want her entire lif