*Miles*

“Arthur!” I called to my driver. “We need to get her into the car and to the penthouse. Have Greta call Dr. Ramirez.”

“Yes, sir.”

I picked up my wife and cradled her to my chest. I could see her chest rising and falling which meant she was still breathing. But what concerned me was the fact that the buttons on her shirt had been ripped open by that man who had her pinned against the wall.

Red-hot anger pooled in my veins but I ...