lked side-by-side down the wide, white

d piece of paper in her ha

the name written next to hers: Bronson Ramirez. The reality of

beside her. "Are you actually related t

his cuffs, his tone dismissive. "A distant branc

custom-armored Maybach wasn't just some forgotten relative. He was dangerous. He was hiding something massive. But right now, she needed a shield to block Warren'

k into the wa

rtier," Bronson o

ot necessary. The whole point of a cont

seat, his presence dominating the back of th

walk back into the Schmitt estate without a rock on your fi

a halt in front of the

ere already lined up at the glass doors, bowing

VIP room. Velvet trays lined with blinding, multi-m

She pointed to a simple, unadorned platinum ba

letely ignor

d up a breathtaking, three-ca

ee right there on the thick carpet. He reached out a

er arm. She instinctively tried to yank her hand back, b

r. It slid over her knuckle and settled perfectly

urning into hers. "This is th

awless pink diamond without blinking? He was either testing her greed, or he was so unimaginably powerful that he didn't care about exposing his lie. The sheer, ter

started vibrating vi

dug out the phone. The scre

tly froze over. She hit answer a

ged roar blasted through the speaker. "Ge

rly gone cryin

I'm coming back. But not to listen to your ba

and tossed the ph

ped a simple platinum band onto his own finger. He watc

ered, his voice low and steady.

hard. "No. This is my mess. I'