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Ezra Slain Velleoti is a man that everyone wants to avoid. He's a tough enemy. A mafia boss who disapproves of almost everyone. Anyone who gets in his way will never make it out alive. Khione Louelita Silay is a woman who is socially awkward. A person who has socially anxiety and dislikes crowds and other people's opinions. She is a nerd who prefers to work and stay at home. Working as a top counterintelligence agent for the NBI, Khione was unintentionally able to uncover the dark secrets of some government officials. Khione desperately wanted to flee, but she couldn't until they killed her, and Ezra, the notorious Mafia boss, was the only one who save her.

Julian read it over, nodded once, then hit Post. The notification chimed almost instantly. Then came the comments. The shares. The articles. But this time, it didn’t feel like losing control. It felt like taking it back.

Lucia's fans began unfollowing her and turning against her. The reality show was suspended, and all her previous TV dramas were taken down. Then a second trending topic surged. [Peterson Group's Public Offering in Jeopardy, CEO Marcus Peterson Loses Clients' Trust, All Projects Demanding Contract Termination, Facing Massive Compensation Payments] Soon another trending topic appeared: [Peterson Group's Financial Director Embezzles Large Sums for Illegal Gambling, How Will the Company Overcome This Crisis?] Just as we were enjoying the spectacle, Henry's phone rang urgently.

Not when I’ve come this far. Not when my plan is only just beginning. And by the time I’m done, the Bologna name will be nothing but ruins beneath my feet that would be trampled on. I barely have time to lock my bedroom door before my phone vibrates. Unknown Number. My fingers hesitate before opening the message. “She suspects you. Move carefully.” I froze. My pulse spikes. I typed back quickly. “Who are you?” Three dots appear. Then— “A friend. Someone who wants the same thing you do.”

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Even with our distances we still manage to talk during the night, though it's not much but it still better than not talking. "Matilda can you help me check this power point if it's okay for the presentation. " The shareholders are coming tomorrow, so everyone is preparing a presentation as per the boss order. Matilda whose eyes was glued to the computer screen for the past thirty minutes, whirled her chair to my desk. "Its okay, you just need to make a few changes like the text size, it should be a little bit bigger and the line spacing shouldn't be too tight. " "Sure thanks. " I'm glad I have someone to correct my mistakes. No matter how good you are in something there must be someone who i

I still had time to kill before the time I had agreed to meet him, so I dive into the book I had been reading the other day, and even with the thought that I was alone and there was nobody to peek over my shoulder and see what dirty things I was reading, my cheeks flamed. Those kinds of things that were explicitly described in the book and more had been done to me by Abed. Nobody else would do such a thing, I could not even imagine doing any of that with Connor. Bolting upright as the thought hit me, was there really no other person in the world who could do them? I was certain those things were fictional, until I met Abed, I was sure other people were out there, of course.

Even stranger, Maggie hadn’t even deleted the backup, as if she wanted us to see it on purpose. Suddenly, I remembered a glint of reflected light under the passenger seat after practice that day—something like a tiny lens. A chill crept up my spine. I realized then that this carefully designed trap had been laid long ago. But who was behind it? And why were they determined to push us into a corner like this?