Chapter 345

Gavin Night was the one who rushed her to the hospital right after it happened, but instead of staying, he called Damien Blackwood. His intentions? Oh, Damien had a pretty good guess. Still, taking advantage of someone while they were down? Not his style. The quiet room was suddenly cut through by a soft knock—barely a sound, yet oddly clear. "Come in," Damien’s voice was cool and sharp as ice. He calmly slid Cassandra Taylor's hand back under the blanket. Max Winters stepped in with a folder in hand. His tone was polite but distant. “Sir, we've got the info.” “Who?” Damien’s words dropped another few degrees, carrying a chill that could freeze someone in place. “Miss Mara Hawthorne.” Max offered the folder respectfully with both hands. Places like that upscale lounge usually ran on a strict members-only system—either you're loaded or come from some big name. Mara was smart enough to avoid the obvious cameras, but had no clue that tiny hidden ones were everywhere. Short of the bathroom