Chapter 26

‎What the fuck" Edward said waking up from wet dream, him and his little assistant having sex in in the office.

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‎This dream will surely come true," he muttered to know in particular, he sprang up from his bed and headed to the closet. He change to his gym cloth and headed to gym, after he was true with his morning workout, he come back to take his bath, looking at his huge member he put shampoo on it and start rubbing it up and down, closing his eyes while imagine Claire sucking his member, making him rubbed his hand up and down faster while moaning her name, till he reached his climax releasing his semen on the bathroom floor.

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‎"Fuck you Claire," he muttered angrily seeing his member was still hard as rock without satisfy. He quickly shower and went to the closet take a navy blue suit and and dress for work, after he finished dressing, he went down stairs and for breakfast.

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‎“Good morning, sir,” the maids greeted in unison as he descended the grand staircase, their voices soft and carefully measured.

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‎One of them quickly moved to arrange the breakfast on the glass-top dining table, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusted the cutlery. None of them dared meet his gaze — not out of fear alone, but a deep, unsettling reverence that clung to the air like perfume.

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‎“Morning,” he muttered, his voice low and curt, barely acknowledging them as he made his way to the head of the table — the place always reserved for him.

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‎He sat down with deliberate grace, his posture effortlessly regal. Once settled, he picked up his utensils and began to eat, each movement precise and composed, as though he were performing a ritual rather than having a meal.

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‎From a distance, with the morning light casting soft shadows across his sharp features, he looked almost surreal — like a figure stepped out of an oil painting: cold, beautiful, untouchable.

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‎His phone started ringing on the table beside him, where he had placed it just before he began eating. The shrill sound cut through the quiet morning, pulling his attention away from his half-finished breakfast. Glancing at the screen, he saw the name Anthonio flashing. Without hesitation, he reached over and picked it up.

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‎"Good morning, sir," came Anthonio’s voice through the receiver, calm but with a subtle urgency that didn’t go unnoticed.

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‎Edward didn’t bother returning the greeting. "What's the matter?" he asked bluntly, his tone sharp with curiosity. He knew Anthonio wouldn't call without a good reason, especially not this early.

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‎There was a short pause on the line, then Anthonio spoke, his words deliberate. "I’ve discovered that your younger brother, Conrad, has been reaching out to someone lately," he reported, his voice low as if wary of being overheard.

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‎Edward stiffened in his chair, his jaw tightening. Anthonio continued, detailing what he had uncovered about Conrad’s recent activities — secretive conversations, discreet meetings, and subtle movements that suggested his brother was once again up to something behind his back.

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‎"Who is he reaching out to?" he asked, continuing to eat his meal with slow, deliberate motions, though his attention was now fully on the conversation. He waited for a reply, spoon paused in mid-air.

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‎"I'm not sure yet. It seems like the person he's contacting is... mysterious, hard to trace," Anthonio replied, his voice slightly distorted through the phone but laced with concern.

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‎"Alright," he said after a brief pause. "Keep digging. I want to know everything." Without waiting for a response, he ended the call abruptly.

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‎As the screen of his phone dimmed, a heaviness settled in his chest. The food in front of him suddenly lost all appeal. His appetite vanished, replaced by a gnawing unease. What was Conrad plotting this time? What new game was the demon in human skin playing?

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‎He pushed his chair back and stood, his movements slow but purposeful. Without a word, he made his way out of the dinning room and toward the parking lot. The air felt thicker now, charged with a tension he couldn’t shake. He climbed into his black SUV, started the engine, and drove off, the wheels crunching over gravel as he disappeared into the traffic road.

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‎Meanwhile, on Claire’s end, she woke up feeling groggy but determined to start her day right. The first thing she did was reach for her phone and order some takeout breakfast from her favorite local café. With that done, she pushed the covers aside and got out of bed, stretching slightly before heading into the bathroom to begin her morning routine.

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‎She took a warm shower, letting the steam wake her up properly. After drying off, she got dressed in her usual work outfit—smart, professional, but comfortable. As she applied light makeup and ran a brush through her hair, the doorbell rang.

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‎Perfect timing.

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‎By the time she walked to the front door, her breakfast had already arrived. She opened the door to find the delivery guy standing there, holding a paper bag with her name on it.

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‎"Thanks," she said with a polite smile as she accepted the order, then gently closed the door behind her.

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‎As she set the food on the kitchen counter, she suddenly remembered something—she had meant to call her friend since last night but had completely forgotten. Picking up her phone, she unlocked it and scrolled through her contact list. Once she found the name, she hesitated for a second before dialing the number.

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