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he murmured. Amelia tilted her head up to meet his gaze. "What are you planning?" Adrian’s lips curled into something dark. "You’ll see soon enough, sweetheart." That Evening, at exactly 7 PM, Adrian held a last-minute press event. The media had been waiting for Ethan’s statement, expecting him to control the narrative. Instead, they got Adrian Black. The moment he stepped up to the podium, the room went silent. "I don’t normally respond to gossip," Adrian began, his voice calm but undeniably commanding. "But when lies are spread with the intent to harm someone under my protection, I make exceptions."

"Looks like Prospera Corporation isn't entirely useless. At least they know how to trash talk!" Liana let out a cold laugh. "This guy's always asking for trouble whenever he opens his mouth. Does he even realize where he is? The outcome of this outburst should be obvious to everyone!" Timothy laughed so hard, he doubled over. "Frederick, do you even know what you're saying? If our products are garbage, then what do you have?" Frederick pressed a button on the remote. The big screen displayed the first slide: Frosted Silk Powder. It looked almost identical to Campbell Pharmaceutical’s Ivory Radiance Cream!

Sienna leaned in like this was Christmas morning. Blaire read, dramatic and pleased with herself. “Someone on TikTok zoomed in on Plant Girl’s bag and found the brand.” My stomach turned into a cold stone. Sienna gasped. “No way.” Blaire nodded. “Way. And guess what? It’s from Hawthorne Outfitters.” “That’s… a store,” I said carefully, because my mouth was suddenly dry. “A popular store.” “Exactly,” Blaire said, like I’d proven her point. “So it could be literally anyone.”

Oh God, I needed to get laid and fast. While blow-drying my hair, a notification caught my eye. Checking my phone, I ran across a text message from an unknown number. "You have been invited to the Black&White Club for an unforgettable night. This is your VIP code so that you can treat yourself with free drinks and private dancers for your pleasure. The code is 45572837. We are waiting for you! Don't miss out this one in a lifetime opportunity to make your wildest fantasies come true ;)!"

If the effects are not as promoted, they will repay ten times the price! The incredibly powerful advertisements instantly skyrocketed the brand’s popularity. The sales were even better than other more established brands! Anthony’s eyes darkened at the news as he then turned to look at Charmine. What an uncanny yet bold way of advertising things. It seemed very familiar. Meanwhile, Fredrick took up the newspapers, unable to believe his eyes as he read them, frowning. He scoffed. “How could this be? It’s only been a few days, so how could Burlington suddenly produce so many luxury skincare products?!”

She went inside and bought a lot of vegetables and fruits, as well as daily necessities. "When is your birthday, Ms. Holmes?" Lee asked, for the two of them felt bored in the car. "November 26." Lee widened his eyes, "Isn't that today?" Sherman frowned, "Isn't today November 25?" "Yesterday was November 25, while today is November 26. Yesterday was Black Friday, and the Amazon is offering deals as part of its Black Friday shopping event starting on November 25." Lee smiled and said, "Happy birthday, Ms. Holmes."

I called out. “Good-day to you Ms, We are T&T media. We offer 50% discount after you purchase 100 items..Would you like to get a free gifts from -“ I angrily cut off the call seeing it’s an advertisement call. Damn! I left the phone and went to the bathroom, my face fell in disappointment. I came out few seconds later, no, that wasn’t a bath. It’s just like I went in there to look at my self in the mirror, tsk. What wrong with you Camille!

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a voice drawled from the shadows. Timothy bolted upright, the movement sending a sickening pulse through his skull. Kan Nelblack leaned against the dresser, his dark hair messy, his silver-grey eyes tracking Timothy like a target. He’d ditched the top hat, looking less like a circus ringmaster and more like the butcher he was. The tiger chuffed, stretching its massive limbs with a grace that made Timothy’s stomach do a slow, nauseous roll. The memory hit him like a lead pipe to the gut. The alley. The bite. The betrayal.