But the next second, a low voice cut through the phone speaker.
Even through a screen, the sheer force of it was suffocating.
"I dare anyone to touch her."
A gust swept through the room. Something thin and flat sliced across the lead thug's face and embedded itself in the wall behind him.
It all happened in a heartbeat, but the man clutching his face and howling in agony told the whole story.
The thug beside him went white as a sheet.
"It's... it's him..."
Seconds later, a dark stain spread between the man's legs.
With Aiden Vance's protection hanging over me, I made all dozen of them sit down and digitally edit over a hundred fake nude photos of Bertram and Alexis together.
I admired the stack of printed photos, then ordered the men downstairs to hand them out like flyers in front of the hospital.
They wanted to smear me? Fine. I'd give them something real to talk about.
It wasn't long before chaos erupted through the building.
I slipped out in the commotion, gathering my things as I went.
In the VIP suite, Bertram had his hand inside Alexis's blouse. Neither of them had the faintest idea what was unfolding outside.