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Duke Hugin said. "But the dragon crisis is imminent." Marques Evelot replied. "How do we know that the dragon crisis is imminent? The saintess could be right. It might be a one time attack." Marques Degarre commented. "Marquess Evelot, do you have any proof that the dragon crisis is imminent?" Count Otho asked. "I believe that it is better to be safe and kill the dragon so that way we won't be having any more troubles." Duke Garrick, aka my father, stated.

Duke lunged to catch the nearest glass, spilling half onto the floor. “Seriously?” Luke groaned, wiping champagne from his notes. “We’ve literally just finished an app launch, and you’re turning my office into a war zone?” “You’re welcome,” Duke said, proudly surveying the mess. “I call it abstract celebration art.” Kyle laughed, shaking his head. “This is just the warm-up. Tonight, boys, we hit the club. Drinks, music, women… and maybe some payback.” He cast a mischievous look at Dru and Luke.

Duke takes the mostly empty plate from Cori's good hand and nods at the food. "I don't need your help," she whisper shouts. Dressed in a pale green, flowery dress that accents her long legs and gorgeous skin, biker dude is no match for her. Duke's jeans, black T-shirt, large hunting knife on his left hip, and the gun on his right only add to the dangerous vibes he gives off. They don't affect Cori in the slightest. She prefers the sophisticated type and her nose turns up at his choice of attire. Duke would probably clean up nicely in a suit. It would need to be custom-made because no suit off the rack would fit him. However, I don't see him putting one on, and even dressed to the nines, I do

As the saying goes, one should not wash their dirty linen in public. As intense as Aaron and Ruby’s argument was, it was now impossible for them to continue after Duke showed up. Aaron straightened the collar of his shirt, cleared his throat, and asked, “What brings you here at the company at such a late hour, Duke? It is something important, I presume?” Duke’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “I have something I wanted to ask you.” “You can ask us anything, Duke,” Ruby said with a smile. “As long as I know the answer, I’ll definitely tell you everything I know.”

Many nobles has been kicked out of the ARBC when they started to hurl insult and threat against customers and staffs. There were even an instance where, the a branch bank were threaten to be harm by nobles, and then got attack by that said noble personal army, and as the result, not a single soldiers of that nobles managed to reach even the door to the bank, stopped and killed to the last men, by the Bank Security guards. Which all of them at Tier 2 at it’s basic, ARBC is not a place for someone to be abhorrent at all, they are kind, but that kindness is not without a charge. It was the same as any Aeternum places, Aeternum has true law and order and unlike other places, it works perfectly.

he grumbles. I let out a small sigh through my nose as my stomach drops. “Different how? Like in a bad way? You don’t like it?” Duke shrugs. “I was expecting something …I don’t know, a huge roaring fire, and a vaulted ceiling with wooden rafters. Big overstuffed couches, and not this furniture which is obviously worn. Plus, you know I’m not into taxidermy. That deer’s eyes freak me out.” I gape at my boyfriend as he sighs and plops down onto the couch, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. What the hell?

Duke- Yeah, away from our girl, Blood Suckers. “Thank you, Alpha,” they say and go up to the loft. Ari’s first reaction to the horse was to approach with caution. She held out her hand and let him approach her. “Damn,” I hear Anderson whisper as Ari leans her forehead to the horse. He turns away and takes deep breaths. “Yeah, I'm going back to the house,” Carter takes a deep breath and walks away. Duke- Bad enough the fuck buddy is here. We have to worry about Anderson and Carter too.

The Duke sat up straight and looked at me worriedly: "He saw Inette?" "Yes, I didn't expect him to come." The Duke looked even more exhausted. He sighed, "Keep the auction low key. We can't get his attention again after this." Who exactly is Woodrow that even the Duke is so suspicious of him... Ario seemed worried when he saw that I had been affected by their conversation and reached out to turn my head back to the stage. "Do you want something? Concentrate and watch, I'll buy it for you." What wonderful words! I've been waiting for you to say that!

“It seems that my grandfather is going to have his surgery this afternoon.” “Is he okay?” Kate asked, even though William’s grandfather hated her, she had no ill wishes for him. “I am sure he will be.” William shrugged his shoulder. “I am pretty sure no doctor would want to be the one to fail in saving the Duke of Ashbourne.” His humor was dark and twisted and Kate was beginning to worry. She still recalled how heartbroken and worried he had been on the plane two days ago, and right now, William did not sound like himself.

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.