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But someone tipped off the Lowells, and they caught her red-handed. To save face, the Irvings scrambled to marry her off to some flashy, low-rent rich guy. Then came the real joke—Mr. and Mrs. Irving had the audacity to show up at our door, suddenly all warm and fuzzy after finding out who Emmett really was. Mr. Irving put on his best dad voice. "Irene, we were wrong. Too strict. That contract? Doesn't count anymore. You'll always be our daughter. You can come home anytime!"

He walked over to the phone but the caller wasn't even Broderick, it was his best friend, John. "Hey John," Irvin calmed, cleaning the angry sweats that had quickly formed on his face with an handkerchief. "I've found her," John's voice came through. "Are you for real?" Irvin had been searching for someone dearest to him ever since he became the second in command to Broderick in the ungeround world and he had given John to do the searching since he was most focus on doing internal works. Irvin barely have time for himself.

“Seven years… I thought you’d at least be living better by now.” He shook his head as if looking at a pathetic, fallen woman. “You divorced me because I wouldn’t buy you luxury goods—because you were jealous of Mia. And now look at you. You can’t even afford a proper meal.” Mia leaned closer to him, her voice falsely innocent. “James, you have to understand. After the divorce, no one’s taking care of poor Evelyn.” I let out a snort. “Mia, not every woman needs to live off a man like you do. Move.”

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“Okay, so my favorite author is Tom Clancy. His early stuff is really good, but he got increasingly self-indulgent with his later novels.” “One of his earlier novels, then,” I said. Andre looked legitimately excited now. “There are three options, all of which are great. His best written novels are probably Hunt for Red October or Clear and Present Danger.” “I didn’t ask for the best written,” I clarified. “I asked for your favorite book.” He grinned widely. “I’m glad you made that distinction, because my favorite book of his is Red Storm Rising. It’s the second book he published.” “It’s not a depressing book about nuclear war, is it?”