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the young king asked calmly from his throne. “Your Majesty, I’m willing to give up my military power and everything my family owns to you. Please save me!” Lord Barbenheim shouted and knelt on the ground. “Who have you provoked?” The king raised an eyebrow and looked intrigued. “This man is brazen and evil!” Lord Barbenheim said angrily. “He has killed several powerful families, the General of the West, and even the top Mystic Agent of the Outlaws Department! He should’ve been killed a long time ago!

"And Swiss vaults don't open for worms." "No," Sebastian agreed. "The Baroness controls the money. If we want to hurt her..." "We have to bankrupt the Syndicate." "How?" Sebastian smiled. He picked up a secure phone. "I know a guy." "A hacker who makes me look like a novice." "He's currently in a Japanese cyber-prison. But I think he owes me a favor." Target #3 isn't just a person. It's the Algorithm. (End of Chapter 91)

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

she made a dramatic pause, "fare very poorly." The interviewer, a young woman with an impressed air, leaned forward. "And about the recent traffic incident with businesswoman Sophia Morgan? Is there any reconciliation in sight?" Victoria's smile transformed into a well-rehearsed expression of sadness. "Oh, I'm glad you mentioned that. My husband and I have suffered constant harassment from my former assistant. She was an orphan with nothing, we helped her, gave her opportunities... but some people are born with poison in their souls. Now, she won't rest until she sees us destroyed. It's such a horrible thing, just thinking that people like that can exist."

Her eyebrow's meet. "Nah... You're right. I'm Mr. Lust's assistant slush driver— I'm Barnald." He agreed with what the girl said. Luca didn't know why he did say that, but he felt it was better like this. There's a part of him that doesn't want her to know who he is. Why? Lyca only knows one thing, it's better for her to think that he's just an assistant of Mr. Lust— better for her or better for him? He couldn't really tell.

The whole office exudes wealth and power just like the person sitting at the large desk with his eyes on them, his hands clenching the glass of wine on his table. Avoiding his burning gaze on her, Bree approached his table, Giana beside her. “Bullying your employees and disobeying the orders of the court is a punishable crime. Bree Boston, my assistant, Giana Lee.” Her palm stretched forward for a handshake. **** A/N Dear readers, creation is hard. If you're enjoying this book, please support the author by leaving a comment and voting with your previous gems. Love, Suxi!

You are a professional. A soft knock at my office door broke my train of thought. Stepping out of the bathroom, I saw my assistant, Sarah, poking her head inside holding a manila folder. "Miss Vanessa?" "I'm right here," I said, stepping into her line of sight. "Do you need something?" "Actually, your 10:00 AM intake appointment is here," Sarah said, giving me an intrigued look. "The father called yesterday to book a private session for his son. He insisted on paying upfront for the entire month."

I ask Habo, lifting him up by the collar of his shirt to pin his back against the wooden shelf full of books. “Calm down, my lord, please. It's not good for your health to be this angry.” He tries to coo, stretching a hand to reach a fairly dusty old book on the last row. “If you could please,” he adds, holding up the book to my face. I let out a frustrated grunt and dropped him to his feet. Habo hurriedly flips through the pages. “It is written here, in the records, see?” He urged, pointing to a page.

I could stop myself from doing the same thing. “What are you talking about?” I asked, and Isabella turned to look at me like I wasn't supposed to talk. Daniel turned in his chair to look at me. “I don't remember assistants having the right to question anything.” My hands slowly balled into fists at my side, but I was willing to let it fucking slide. It was my wish to play assistant anyway. “You heard him,” Isabella said anyway. “How did the stocks manage to drop?” It was a question that I really wanted to hear the answers to.

Nana quickly covered her mouth. " Sorry your highness, I got carried away. hehehe." " Is nothing. And beside, am named Zach by the way." " Huh?" " Nothing! You still seem hungry, am going to asked maid to bring more dish for you." Nana: * nodding head really hard.* System assistant: ( Host?! the villainess had never answered in such manner. She always had her head down and looked sad and gloomy as the weather; So what do you think you doing?! The world cousiounesss may detect you, and game end!"