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"Why are you here mutt?* she asked. "The Alpha asked me to collect food for the rogues," I answered her, looking down and staring at my worn-out sandals. Suddenly, everyone started laughing. "Very well then, their food is on the counter behind you." She said with an evil smile. "Why are these clowns laughing?" I thought to myself. I went to the counter and looked at the food. It was very small. It was just something to make them stay alive. I picked up the food, placed it on a tray, and went to the basement. I descended the stairs and opened the door.

The video was edited and spread across the internet, going viral. The comments section was flooded with fake accounts steering the narrative in one direction. In just a few days, keywords like "Hale Group", "Tyler Hale", "control freak", and "kicking mother and younger brother out" exploded on trending searches. The college's official website also posted the notice about my expulsion, pushing me into the center of the storm. The comments came flooding in, mocking me. [Tyler's from our college. Rebecca clearly isn't interested in him, but he just can't take a hint!]

I looked toward Luca, who was still standing naked at the center of the room, glaring at me like he wanted to kill me, and continued, "I mean, your current son doesn't possess any skills besides screwing women during commission meetings." Vittore finally turned to face me, meeting my gaze head-on. He then, with deliberate slowness, smiled faintly and spoke with a deep, resonant Cisilian accent. "How interesting. Go on, Ms. Rossi." I straightened my posture and glanced back at Lia, noticing that her triumphant grin was gone, replaced by a look of bewilderment and growing dread. I deliberately raised my voice so that everyone in the room could hear me, saying, "I have nothing more to say. I'd

Some have profile photos and others are simply left blank. "Where's his account?" I asked, without looking at Beta Luke. I saw Beta Luke's hand pointing to an account that came from the second list. The account has a profile photo in the form of a cartoon. Actually I'm not sure if it's Levin Gaillard's account. I clicked on it and it showed me a social media account that didn't have much information posted on it. There are only two photos uploaded, one photo as a new profile photo which is a picture of a character in a cartoon and the other photo is a picture of a person.

I said “And you also shut up! Haven't you heard of love at first sight? And technically, this isn't your first date with the handicapped prince!” “Be nice Ari! You don't make fun of people's predicament! “Alright, I'm sorry!” Ari said, half snickering as she held her ears the way the humans on a soap opera we watched some time ago did whenever they apologized. "Yes, to the questions I have for you! Ari, how do you randomly remember stuff?” I asked and as an image of her face looking like a baboon flashed before my eyes, I burst out into uncontrollable laughter. Ari didn't know why I was laughing, but she laughed right along with me.

Beatrice added on a serious note. Madeline closed her eyes briefly and sighed heavily. “...It's over for me...” And, she felt Beatrice squeezing her hand. “I assure you Madeline that it's not the end of the world.” Beatrice put on a nice smile and sighed as she turned to look at a picture frame on her desk. Madeline had seen the frame but not the picture in it as it was backing her. Beatrice took the picture frame and showed Madeline. It was a picture of a cute little boy smiling happily and playing in the pool with his floater. He also had chestnut coloured hair and bright eyes like Beatrice. It only took these few seen qualities to know what was up.

One comment did catch my eye. "Well, your new man must be ten times hotter than that jerk anyway. I'm swooning," The atrocious comment said. I scrolled upward, stalking Lucille's profile and hoping it was just wishful prayers from one of her fangirls but it wasn't. The most recent photo on Lucille's feed was a raunchy photo of herself and a sun-kissed hunk tongue fucking. The caption below read, life is better with you.

Lucas quickly turned his head, pretending to adjust his new hairstyle. Lily didn't notice that her actions had made Lucas blush, and his heart was beating fast. Because, when Lucas' agent packaged him, she gave him three persona choices: - High emotional intelligence and good social skills, - Simple and straightforward, or - Suffering from emotional cleanliness disorder. Lucas, without hesitation, chose the third one: Suffering from emotional cleanliness disorder. Because this persona was most similar to Bianca, he thought that choosing this would bring him closer to Bianca. After establishing this persona, his agent had strict rules for him:

He murmurs his account number and I key in the information he’s given on my computer. “Now can I have your full name, please?” I say, sounding businesslike. “It’s Shawn Mendes.” I stop abruptly. I cock my eyebrows. “Oh?” He laughs. “Nah. It’s Peter Carl WakaWaka,” “Eh eh?” “Huh?” He sounds so confused. I slump on my chair. “Nothing. Well, Mr. WakaWaka, you have $1 on your account.” “Damn.” “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

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