Their eyes locked for a few seconds before Warren broke contact, stepping aside. There was no better doctor in the world than Specter.


    Juniper averted her gaze and sat beside Celine, her fingers gently finding her pulse point.


    "Needles."


    The word had barely left her lips before Shanley presented an open case to her.


    After sterilizing them, Juniper took a thin silver needle and expertly inserted it into a pressure point on Celine''s face, followed by others in a rapid, fluid sequence. Her hands moved so fast it was impossible to track exactly where each one went.


    As she ced the final needle, the woman who had been unconscious suddenly gasped, her eyes flying open.


    "Cough, cough..."


    Seeing the face before her, Celine''s eyes instantly reddened with tears of disbelief. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Juniper leaned in, raising two fingers.


    "Two," Celine whispered, her eyshes wet with tears.


    "It was a temporary syncope caused by emotional distress and ack of oxygen to the brain. She''s fine." Juniper finally allowed herself to rx, letting out a quiet breath. "Get her some warm water."


    "Right away." A maid hurried forward with a ss.


    "Allow me to feed the Madam, sir,” she offered respectfully. After all, it wasn''t proper


    for a man to be so intimate, especially with her husband watching.


    "I''ve got it." Juniper took the ss and held it to Celine''s lips herself, her voice softening. “Just a sip to wet your throat before you talk."


    "Mm," Celine hummed, taking a small, obedient sip, her eyes never leaving Juniper''s face.


    "You recognized me even in this disguise?" Juniper set the ss down, a faint smile ying on her lips.


    "Sis..." Celine''s mouth opened, but before she could form the words, fresh tears streamed down her face.


    "You''re my sister," she sobbed with a pained sense of certainty.


    "That''s right." Juniper raised a hand, her thumb gently stroking Celine''s cheek. "It''s been a long time, Sis."


    "Waaah!"


    Convinced her sister was real and truly there, Celine threw her arms around her in an emotional embrace.


    With the mind of a six-year-old, she struggled to express herplex feelings, stammering, "My husband bullied you. He''s a bad person. I don''t like him anymore!"


    He had locked her sister up and refused to feed her. The moment she''d heard, she had tried to get up and confront him, but she had


    and


    moved too quickly and verything had gone ck.


    Warren stood off to the side, his brow furrowed and his expression grim. Even knowing Specter was a woman, the visual of her in a man''s clothes was still jarring.


    "Can you get her to take off the makeup?” Warren asked Shanley in a low voice, watching his wife sob like a heartbroken child.


    "I wouldn''t dare." Shanley arched an eyebrow, a slow, deliberate smirk on his face. "I have no status at home. I don''t get to make decisions for her."


    Warren''s mouth twitched. The legendary leader of the Sigma Network and CEO of the Schwartz Group... was henpecked?


    A short whileter, Juniper removed her disguise on her own, revealing her true face.


    "It''s you." Warren''s fists tightened as


    he recognized her, his brow


    nel


    creasing. She was the young woman


    who had been with Shanley during his first visit. Her disquse had


    disguise had="


    "What''s it to you?” Juniper said, drying her hands and arching a defiant eyebrow at him.


    "Nothing," Warren choked out, forcing a friendly smile. “Juniper, right? It''s a pleasure to meet you."


    ét


    "Don''t be so pleased with yourself just yet," Juniper retorted, tossing the used paper towel into the trash. "Whether


    you pass the test to be my Brother-inw is still up for debate."


    And she wasn''t the only one he had to win over. There were still her brothers and


    sisters.