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The subject line read: "Re: Tomorrow." The email was short, vicious, and left me feeling colder than the autumn air outside. "Just because you're sleeping with the boss doesn't mean you can miss work whenever you want. You're an opportunistic little beggar, Hazel. I see right through you. Lazy and pathetic. You think you can have it all without working for it, but you'll never have much. I'll make sure you're fired. You've pushed your luck too far."

~ ~ ~ Adam's POV Cooper Hale had been Adam's lawyer, fixer, and occasional moral compass for the better part of a decade, but it was not until the engagement that Adam fully understood the man also functioned, in some unspoken capacity, as something closer to a friend — possibly the closest thing to a friend Adam had managed to maintain through the years of building a company and losing a mother and very nearly losing everything else that mattered.

"Mr. Cooper, as one of the event organizers, we have access to your background. "You're from Bridgefields, correct? And from what we know, you and Mr. Kelce have partnered together at these appraisal events for years." John Cooper forced an awkward smile and replied, "That's correct. I am from Bridgefields, which is exactly why I'd never side with Mr. Lloyd against Mr. Kelce." He then added with visible discomfort, "Both bowls are indeed fakes. Mr. Kelce instructed me to bring them here. This doesn't break any rules, but I must admit, I never expected Mr. Lloyd to figure out the truth so decisively."

Well, I just met him so technically I haven't had that much interaction with him. He was just so gorgeous and manly and hot and perfect that one look at him and I could already feel myself becoming wet. Only that he’s a bit grumpy and strict. He’s the Alpha King after all, he’s got four thrones to rule, and that must be what made him a grumpy lion. I prayed first to the moon goddess before I entered the room of Luna Mercylle. Sandra, one of my co-servants, said that Luna Mercylle is cruel and the worst Luna that has ever lived.

she blurted out as a strong pair of hands steadied her. "No worries. Lori, right?" A deep, gravely voice said with humor and a hint of… something Lori couldn't place. Looking up, she realized it was that guy from right below her. Shit, what was his name? She scrambled to remember it as she had only said hi to him here and there. "Don't worry, you didn't forget my name. We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Cooper. You can call me Coop." As she looked at him, really looked at him for the first time, there was something familiar about him.

“I understand.” He pulled a chair over and sat beside the bed. “I’m Athan Alexander Styles.” Natalie smiled faintly. “I know.” Athan smiled slightly. “No wonder.” He paused for a moment, then said, “Actually, I came to the Cooper residence today for business matters. I’m Cristian Cooper’s business partner. There was a collaboration discussion that was supposed to take place.” Natalie did not seem surprised. “I see.” “But I didn’t expect to meet you at the gate in that condition,” Athan continued.

The next few days felt lonely and quiet. The space he left felt like a huge void. The case Logan was working on was taking off. The media had finally got hold of the story. He sent me an article that had been released. I couldn’t believe it; the local police commissioner was being accused of marital rape and abuse. Logan admitted they had been asked to help prosecute the police commissioner. I was in shock. He had found no evidence that he could prove. Everyone was very tight-lipped.

And somehow, that unnerved me more than anything else. “Did you plan all this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Alessandro helped,” he admitted. “But the idea was mine. I couldn’t let you see or hear of this. So, I had him taking care of most of it.” I laughed softly. “The mighty Alpha… taking advice on dates?” He shrugged, faint amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Even an Alpha can learn. An aspect that I never saw as important before. It never really mattered.”

He sounded very unimpressed and, as usual, bored, "Mr. Minnette had showed me his designs today for one of his clients." I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, feeling frown lines etch themselves onto my forehead, "I'm sorry but I'm not sure I know who you're speaking of." He sighed in what sounded liked deep frustration, voice turning deeper as he said, "Jaxon Minnette, ring any bells?" Face palming myself due to my stupidity, I quickly said, "Oh, what about his designs?" "He had mentioned that you had helped him with it," Gunnar mused in what sounded like disbelief.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”