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A Tattered Chessboard
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2026-10-03 20:42:46
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My Kickass Wife Never Suffers A Loss The Phantom Who Evaded The Tyrant
The line went dead for three full seconds. The sound of shuffling papers and chair scraping against the floor echoed over the speaker."What did you say?" Merrick's tone instantly lost its playful edge, turning sharp. "Where?""The Grand Meridian, an hour ago," Lucien said smoothly, his long fingers loosely holding the phone. "The police suspect it's suicide.""Suicide?" Merrick immediately clicked his tongue in fierce disagreement. "That's nonsense. Why would he suddenly kill himself when he has enough laundered money to disappear into some country forever?"Lucien didn't respond to the frantic questioning. His gaze remained fixed on the passing city lights. He asked coldly, "Did you do it?"Merrick answered so quickly one could almost picture his head shaking aggressively on the other end of the line. "You know me... that's too sloppy an offense for me." His tone sharpened further. "It seems someone is trying to use my name as a shield for their own crimes! Damn it!" Merrick curs
My Kickass Wife Never Suffers A Loss Have You Lost Your Mind?
"Does it hurt?" Lucien asked, his tone suddenly dropping into an uncharacteristic, strange softness that made Hayden’s hand visibly tremble against the steering wheel in shock.Nova slowly turned her head, her brown eyes staring at his smiling face in profound bewilderment. Why was he suddenly looking at her as if she were a misbehaving woman throwing a harmless temper tantrum?"Lucien, have you lost your mind?" Nova asked straightforwardly, her voice dripping with an icy annoyance."Mm," Lucien merely hummed, his fingers thoroughly cleaning the wound before sealing it with a fresh medical bandage, completely ignoring her sharp tone. "Be good. Don't touch water tonight."The rest of the journey passed in a heavy, bizarre silence.By the time the Rolls-Royce pulled up to the gates of her private villa, Nova didn't waste a single second. She immediately popped the handle, stepped out onto the asphalt, and closed the door with a sharp snap. She didn't offer a single word of thanks.Stand
My Kickass Wife Never Suffers A Loss Does It Hurt?
Nova's slender shoulder crashed directly into his solid, broad chest.Lucien’s hand shot out instantly, his long fingers wrapping tightly around her upper arm and left shoulder to steady her. The moment his palm pressed down, his fingers dug directly into the fresh, shallow blade slash beneath her blouse.Nova’s body went completely rigid. Despite her usual calmness, her breath hitched sharply in the dark, a tiny, involuntary tremor passing through her from the sudden spike of pain in her arm.Lucien’s hyper-observant instincts fired instantly. He detected the slight flinch, his fingers subtly tightening rather than letting go."Nova," Lucien's voice dropped into a low, dangerous vibration right above her ear. In the darkness, he leaned down closer, his towering frame enveloping her. A rich, cold scent of cedarwood and masculine warmth drifted from his suit, mixing with the crisp, outdoor air clinging to her hair.But as he inhaled, his nose twitched. Beneath the faint scent of mint
My Kickass Wife Never Suffers A Loss Two Minutes
The silver blade struck the vanity counter with a sharp, metallic ring, chipping the edge of the marble.Nova didn't waste a moment. As she dropped downward, her gloved hand shot out like a striking viper, catching the first attacker’s wrist before he could pull the weapon back. With a cold, brutal twist of her fingers, she shattered his joint, forcing him to drop the knife into her waiting palm.But there was no time to breathe.Three more figures stepped out from behind the opened mirrored wall in silence, followed immediately by a fifth figure standing by the service doorway. All of them were heavily masked, their eyes cold and focused. They didn't draw guns, and she figured it was because a high-caliber shot had already been fired to stage the adviser's suicide; any further gunfire would instantly bring the entire hotel security team down on their heads.In an instant, Nova’s entire bearing changed. The calm, unbothered project manager from the business hall below vanished compl
My Kickass Wife Never Suffers A Loss He Thinks She’s Jealous, She’s Busy Hunting A Murderer
The green text blinked quietly on the screen. Jordan: Gunshot inside the suite. Just now. Nobody went in or out. Spencer: He's dead, Boss. Under the table, Nova’s fingers tightened against her phone. Her face remained elegant, but her brown eyes went instantly cold. Spencer and Jordan were locking down the only entrance to the presidential suite. If a shot went off without anyone crossing the threshold, it meant a professional hit, a hidden passage, or an assassin who knew the Grand Meridian better than she did. The target wasn't just running from the law. Someone else had been tracking him, and they had just silenced him right above her head. Across the round table, Lucien and Director Voss picked up their cutlery, resuming an unhurried, easy conversation about the sequence. Looking at them, their discussion would give her five minutes at least. Nova slowly locked her phone and slipped it into her handbag. The slight movement didn't escape the man beside her. Lucien’s gray
My Kickass Wife Never Suffers A Loss President Delacroix: I Don’t Think It’s Relevant
Nova’s face didn't change. She kept her eyes fixed onto the stage, slipped her hand smoothly into her handbag, and opened her phone below the edge of her seat. A single line of text and a digital location tag flashed across the screen. Nova typed with one hand, blind, her fingers moving across the screen with speed while her expression remained calm. The coordinates resolved, and the financial adviser's location appeared in real-time. The Grand Meridian Hotel. Nova was taken aback, a cold light flickering deep within her brown eyes. She hadn't expected this situation; the culprit wasn't in a remote town, he was here, right inside this exact same building. The system gave her the final piece of his footprint data: presidential suite, booked eleven days ago under an offshore shell company. Of course. A criminal who had successfully pulled off a two-billion-dollar corporate heist and left two dead employers behind wouldn't hide in a cheap motel. He would hide where the staff were p
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