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Ben Hearts," she added. "Oh my, she is the one," Max thought to himself, " So I was right all along, how do I explain to her, I'm Max. B. Charleston and she is here to meet Ben Hearts, God! Why did I have to create names, she'll probably think that I am a lair," Max was at war with himself. " Wait, she may fall in love with me if I told her that I am the one, no no, don't think that way, that's too fast, I can't tell her that I am Ben, not yet,"

The others finished their meal in high spirits, chatting and laughing. Jessica ate in silence, each bite tasteless. That night, back home, she double-checked her luggage. Everything was in place. She went to bed early. The next morning, before the sun had risen, she was already up. She took a slip of paper, wrote two simple words—I'm leaving—and left it behind. Then she blocked Jack. Blocked Abby. Blocked every last one of them—on her phone, on Telegram, and on every possible means of contact. Dragging her suitcase behind her, she hailed a taxi to the airport, where she met up with the junior assistant assigned to this company trip.

She called out his name excitedly. The fans turned to look at us. Chelsea ran straight toward Elliot, wrapping her arms around his in an affectionate embrace. "Elliot, it's all your fault for insisting we eat king crab last night. Now, I have an allergic reaction! So, are you here today just to take care of me? If that's the case, I guess I can forgive you." Elliot glanced at me, then back at Chelsea. In the end, he simply smiled and nodded at her.

"My private doctor, Jasper Burgess." The name hit me like a cold wave, and I staggered, fear sweeping over me.

Ashly’s phone vibrated from an incoming call but the sound fell deaf on their ears as they filled the room with arousing melodies. “It’s Sen. Again. For the fourth time now. It’s okay if you forgot that you said you would come early to help me set up but before you came, we forgot to pick up the magic ice while we were out. You know, the one that vapors and changes colors? The store called me and said it’s ready but we were already home so if you guys don’t mind, would you pick it up for me? Tell them that Sen sent you and if they give you any problem just call me. Thanks!”

" Give me your hand, Gordon..." ***

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Frustrated at being ignored, Ruth dodged my hand and ordered someone to pin me back down. Her eyes gleamed like a sly, venomous snake, her gaze seemingly piercing through the tracker. "I'm the long-lost daughter of the Schneiders. I'm the one marrying Sebastian instead. As for your broke little daughter, I'll bury both of you together once you're here!" Dad was puzzled. "Claudia's my only daughter. What do you—" Before he could finish speaking, Ruth smashed the tracker hard onto the ground, and his voice vanished.

This was better than any thriller I've seen! [What a pair. They deserve each other forever.] [Don't let them off. People like that need to pay for what they did!] I walked over to Harry, who was now cuffed to a pipe, just like I had been. I leaned in close to his ear. "I don't carry the Ford name because I took my mother's last name. The company was hers. It has nothing to do with Cheryl. You got played." After saying that, I walked off without looking back, leaving Cheryl's hateful stare behind me.