port she had fabricated online. The report detailed a rare

y thought she was a burden rather than an asset. She hadn't yet decided w

e urgent and personal worry s

ell-educated. But she truly co

ion at a top private clinic on the Upper East Side -- the Whitfield Clinic.

She knew this approach wouldn't

linic. After completing the registration

s tightly clasped in her lap. She

k on her face. "Ms. Smith, I'm very sorry. Dr. Miller was called aw

ouldn't wait. She just wanted thi

doctor who can s

ver, a gentleman from our partner clinic happens to be here for a quarterly review. He's not a practicing

checked out as soon as possib

Where is he?

is at the end of the corridor. But please know in a

e was in no mood to deal with difficult inves

oak door. A low voice cam

familiar. She imme

back to her, looking out the huge window while talking on the

I don't care how you do it, just get it don

That back, that v

he phone and slow

face, her mood im

from the hotel. The

y in a knowing expression. Then a flick

ught. She wanted to leave this troub

ce, a low chuckle escaping his throat. He was the first

jerked her head up, not expecti

m. "It was just a one-night thing. It should have been s

a depth that saw through everything. "Aren't you even a li

as the oppressive presence only someone long accustomed to being in power

sle Group's board of directors, the man in power of the e

s are within the Carlisle domain. The outside world calls me the 'Ice Man' -- at thi

ely frozen. Her mind

r of the Carlisle empi

s world for his cold, iron-fisted tactics

d her mother's ring into his hand. The true man in power of the Carlisle family, the family

rnness: "So what? Even if you're the master of Carlisle, there's nothing between

t looking at him, and reache

er way, showing no intention of backi

aving until th

. Seeing the standoff between the two, her eyes widened

down slightly, his lips close to her ear, his voice low and clear,

t coaxing my hot-te