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sarcastically chuckled Mike. "Mike, watch your words! There are outsiders here." Sonya said sharply while glancing at Nina and Karl. "Oho, foreigners huh? But soon, they'll be part of the Wils." Mike smiled as he approached Karl and Nina. "Welcome Miss. Nina and Mr. Karl, congratulations on becoming part of Wils," Mike greeted Nina and Karl, "Let me introduce myself, I am Michael Wilson who is in charge of legal matters at Wils Inc."

“I'm certain it isn't the case. Why would a man like him look twice at William? He must have given him the card only for shopping. That's all.” “You're right, Mr Adam must have taken it back by now. He couldn't possibly leave it in that boy's hands.” “Yes” Alex said, his knuckles turning red around the spoon. Wilson said nothing. He continued eating his breakfast, his eyes already calculating. He took a sip of water, then pushed back his chair and walked over to Vivian and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I'm off to work, love.” Vivian hummed softly. Wilson gently rested a hand briefly on Alex's head before walking out of the dining room.

Karen was speechless, unable to refute Betty's insults. "You bitch, how dare you insult me?" Karen angrily tried to rush toward Betty and start a fight. "I'm Betty, a member of the Willer family. My uncle is the CEO of the Willer Group, and the Zacine Group, which has been cooperating with the Wilson Family, is my company. I don't think we need to continue this cooperation in the future, slut," Betty pointed at Karen and warned Evan, "Without my consent today, I want to see who dares to touch Richard."

It was all so convenient for Kara; she'd found someone with a grudge against Alexa, too, and a powerful one at that; it was only a matter of time before they brought her down. Dressed in a dark blue skirt and a pink shirt she had been given by Dave, she entered the room as directed and sat on the low couch. Across her was a man with dark blue eyes and a tight-lipped expression, his blonde hair shaved close to his scalp. She hadn't seen him earlier because he'd just returned from patrol, but Alpha Carl looked so different from when she last saw him almost two years ago.

The space between them pulsed with something fierce and unspoken. The day blurred into meetings, calls, strategies. By the time Wilson checked his watch, it was almost evening. “Bro… it’s been a lot. Let’s go home.” Alex nodded, but just as he moved toward the door, his phone buzzed. He looked down at the screen. And stopped walking. Wilson leaned over. “Who is it?” Alex turned the screen so Wilson could read the name: Emily Hart Wilson’s jaw dropped. “Oh hell no. BLOCK HER. BLOCK HER RIGHT NOW.”

Alexei stopped in front of Ivan who was trying to read his expression carefully; however, I knew that the men were forcing their aching hearts to die at that very second, killing off whatever anyone would refer to as emotions. “I want her body sent to Viktor. Considering that she was more than willing to be his partner, he would be the one to bury her. As for the memorial, we would be having a funeral, with an empty casket; everything that happened here would be between the family’s grounds. I want no one to hear of this treason, and believe me, should I hear, see, feel, or sense that anyone spoke about this, their lives would be one the line, do you understand me?” Alexei said, looking over