I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Marlowe was almost knocked straight back into the lift.

If one more person lunged, he’d end up flattened against the wall.

I cleared my throat loudly.

‘You lot see a briefcase and start crawling like cockroaches on a dropped croissant. Did any of you even ask how Edouard is doing? Or are you all just here to count zeroes?’

The front row shuffled backwards.

A man in a beige trench coat blinked, glanced at his shoes. ‘Of course we care. He’s family.’

The ICU door clicked open.

Ashton stood in the doorway.

‘Come in.’

It was like he’d fired the starting pistol at a race.

Everyone surged forward.

A man elbowed past a woman in a tweed jacket.