ANMELDENIt wasn’t a request. It was an order.Lydia frowned, irritation flashing across her face. “Cale—”“I want to talk to her.”Lydia held his gaze, clearly displeased with the way he said it. But after a few seconds, she let out a quiet breath. She glanced briefly at Naomi, silently assuring her that ev
“Get in,” Cale ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.Lydia only glanced at him. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many questions pressing at the back of her throat, but… her husband’s face told her everything she needed to know. He wasn’t in the mood to be challenged.She gav
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“We don’t care,” he replied lightly, devoid of emotion. “Mr. Falcon wants to see you.”It didn’t sound like a request.It was an order—one that was expected to be obeyed.Naomi shook her head quickly. “I told you, I’ll come later.” There was a slight emphasis on later, as if it was the last boundary
Naomi quickly shook her head. “No, it’s not that.” She lowered her gaze briefly before continuing, her voice softer. “But I have to head to my other job soon.”“I’ll drive you,” Lydia cut in, almost too quickly leaving little room for refusal.Naomi looked up, startled. “That’s not necessary. I usua
“Didn’t you get enough of the Pergamon Museum yesterday?” Andrew asked lightly, his tone easy and cheerful.He didn’t mind taking her anywhere she wanted to go. After all, they only had two days left before returning home. And as a good guide, he intended to make the most of it—whatever Lydia needed
“I actually hate hospitals,” Althea admitted as she stepped out of the car. The place always tugged at painful memories. The birth of Josh had been different—joyful, of course—but otherwise hospitals squeezed her chest. She would never forget how her mother had taken her last breath from blood loss.
When the plane touched down in SunCity, several of Harold’s staff were already waiting. Just as Harold had promised—his people would meet Daven and escort him to the arranged location.Daven’s eyes swept them with sharp precision, taking in every detail, every movement. He knew better than to undere
“Good afternoon, young master Josh,” Arsen greeted politely.“Hello… good afternoon?” Josh replied, though his eyes darted to Daven, silently asking who this man was.“This is Arsen,” Daven explained gently, ruffling Josh’s hair with affection. “You’ve met him a few times, haven’t you? Arsen works a
Then small red dots began dancing across his guards’ uniforms—laser sights, pinpointing their chests, their foreheads. One by one, the men stiffened, realizing they were marked, trapped under invisible crosshairs.“Well, that clears things up,” Arsen said with a laugh. “Might want to let me go, pal.







