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    His lips twitched in disdain.


    And yet, the image of a feverish child, cheeks ruddy as he cried out in utter distress, appeared in his mind, unbidden and not all too wee.


    More importantly, the child looked just like Sadie.


    But this wasn’t the time for sentiment.


    He hadid out his ns with ruthless precision. As far as he was concerned, there was no room for error, no matter how trivial. Sadie, the Wall Group—he was going to have both.


    Still, a sick and fussy baby was a problem, indeed.


    After a moment’s contemtion, Alex said, “Bring her here. But be sure to keep her under constant watch. She must be within sight twenty-four-seven. And if she tries anything…”


    Alex’s gaze suddenly sharpened, like a cold and deadly deced with poison. “Don’t bother keeping her alive.”


    Egan felt another chill run up his spine, rooting him to the spot. “Yes, Sir.” He cautiously lifted his head and stole a nce at the man before him.


    Alex was no longer the mncholic and tender young man he remembered. Somewhere along the way, Alex had be a stranger, and a ruthless and terrifying one at that.


    Egan’s heart twisted at the thought, but he knew better than to voice his opinions. He offered a bow, then retreated from the room.


    Hourster, the suffocating tension in the vi had finally lifted, if only a little. Egan returned to the study, his gait noticeably lighter this time.


    “Sir, Salex’s fever has broken. He is sleeping peacefully now.”


    Alex was standing in front of the window, staring at the dark stretch of the night outside.


    He turned and nodded at the news. A knot had loosened inside his chest. It was a good thing that Salex had finally calmed down. It was one less thing to deal with.


    It took Alex a few more seconds to realize that Egan was still in the room. “What is it?”


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    “Sir,” Egan said respectfully, “Ms. Burgess is asking to see you.”


    Alex let out a soft, derisive snort.


    Hailey just didn’t know when to quit, did she? Did she really think that ying nurse for a few hours would change anything?


    Alex had to admit, however—her persistence was somewhat intriguing. What sort of trick was she trying to pull this time?


    “Send her in.”


    Momentster, the heavy study door creaked open once again.


    Hailey stumbled inside, having been shoved by two grim-faced bodyguards assigned to keep watch over her.


    Her hands were tied tightly behind her back with a coarse rope. In contrast to her usually polished appearance, her hair was now a tangled mess, and her face was pale and gaunt after several days of confinement.


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