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“Hmm… why isn’t Lisa picking up?” Reinhardt muttered, frustration in his voice. “The business should be done by now, it’s already the third day.” He tried calling again but still got no answer. With a sigh, he grabbed his phone. “Hello, Veronica. Please connect me to Braun,” Reinhardt said. “Alright, Reinhardt,” Veronica replied from the other end. Moments later, Braun’s voice came through. “Braun, you said you wanted to see me. I’m in my office,” Reinhardt said before hanging up. He picked up the folder Siegfried and Konrad had sent, documents about Lisa. Just as he was about to open it, Braun walked in. Reinhardt quickly slid the file aside, not wanting him to see it. “Good morning, Reinhardt,” Braun greeted. “There’s something important I need to tell you.” “Alright, but before that, are you and the others still checking on Nancy every day?” Reinhardt asked. “Yes, of course. Her kids are always with her, so there’s nothing to worry about.” “Good.” Reinhardt nodd

"Mr. Reinhardttttttttt!" Lisa’s excitement filled the hallway. "Hey, Lisa," Reinhardt said with a wide smile, the same one he always wore whenever he talked to her. "Mr. Reinhardt, what are you doing here?" she asked, surprised. "I’m not Mr. now? I thought you were already comfortable calling me Reinhardt. Or is it only over the phone you’ve got the guts?" Reinhardt teased with a playful frown. "Ehmm... I just don’t want to sound too bold," Lisa said, her cheeks turning pink. "Ehmm, I happened to have something important to do around here. That’s why," he replied, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Hmm, but why didn’t you tell me before coming all the way here? And again, was that loud banging on the door really necessary?" Lisa asked, raising a brow. "Sorry, sorry," Reinhardt said, still smiling. He tried to keep his eyes steady, but he couldn’t help noticing how relaxing Lisa looked. She had only her bra on that barely covers a full sized breast. Her cleavag

"Reinhardt, I want to go see Ursula and Johannes,” Bertolt said as the family Porsche drove through the big gates leading to their home. “You can’t go now, Bertolt. I have something for you to do,” Reinhardt replied from the back seat, his eyes still closed. “Is Brunhilde back from Europe? The last time I saw her, she said she was going to Switzerland.” “No, she’ll be away for a while, like always. She told me she’s heading to Africa next,” Bertolt said, sounding annoyed. Reinhardt smiled a little. “Only heaven knows what she’s planning to do there. Probably something related to fashion, as usual.” “Reinhardt, what task are you talking about? I haven’t seen Ursula in a long time,” Bertolt said, his voice rising. “What, Bertolt? Can’t you stay a few months without seeing her? Yes, she’s your fated mate, but the family comes first. We’re in the middle of a strange situation with this curse we don’t understand, and all you can think about is Ursula,” Reinhardt said coldly. “I’m not

"Oh, I heard Nancy finally woke up from her coma," Veronica said as she carefully brushed mascara over her eyelashes in front of the mirror."Yeah... seems like this is the perfect time to kill her," Lena muttered under her breath.She sat in her wheelchair by the wide glass window that overlooked the city skyline. Though still beautiful in her forties, her face had grown pale and frail from the illness that kept her confined. Bitterness clung to her expression like a shadow.Veronica turned to her mother and joined her at the window, Lena’s favorite spot in the apartment connected to the Schmidt Company building. "Well, thank goodness we have a good cover-up now," Veronica said. "I overheard Bertolt telling Reinhardt that Lisa is suspicious."Lena’s head snapped toward her. Her weak eyes flared with curiosity."Who is Lisa?" she demanded.“I’d call her a godsend, a missing piece for our plan,” Veronica said, smiling as she kissed her mother’s hand.“You’re being fond of her name,” L

The next day, Lisa contemplated knocking Reinhardt’s office. Why am I so tense? she thought, biting her lip. Yesterday… so much happened… she sighed, and instead of knocking, she decided to head to her own office. “Lisa… hello,” a calm voice called, and she suddenly became aware of her surroundings. Reinhardt was standing behind her, as if he had been waiting. “Hi… hi… hi, Mr… ehm… Reinhardt,” she stuttered, feeling her face warm. “I wanted to let you know I’m around and… if there isn’t anything to balance in the finances…” She clasped her fingers tightly, searching for words. “Oh, Lisa, no problem. I’m quite okay,” Reinhardt said, his usual sangfroid demeanor intact. “But I’d like you to help me with a business partner in Ohio. You’ll monitor the operations there for three days.” He handed her a card. “Ahem… I…” Lisa faltered, trying to find her voice. “Are you busy with something?” Reinhardt asked, his eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. “No… no, I’m just… astonished tha

A sleek black Porsche halted under the streetlights as Reinhardt approached. He slid the door open and saw Bertolt already in the front seat, hands folded. “When did Nancy wake from the coma?” Reinhardt asked, glancing out the window. The moonlight bathed Seattle’s skyline. “Tonight,” Bertolt replied. “The hospital called. She kept mumbling your name… and Uncle Leif’s. She wants to see you first.” Reinhardt’s eyes widened. “Of course. If anyone knows the origin of the curse and how Father died… it’s Nancy. We still don’t know what caused her coma.” He suddenly remembered. “Where’s her daughter, Ursula?” “She’s at the hospital. She was the one who called me,” Bertolt answered. Bertolt’s voice dropped slightly. “And… there’s something else I need to report. You might not have time after seeing Nancy.” “What is it?” “The Belltown packs… they’re growing restless again. I need your permission to act.” Reinhardt waved his hand dismissively. “Let them be for now. We have more press