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Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Elliott suddenly got angry and said, "If we're not going to cooperate, then why bother? Why say so many inexplicable things!" "There were three in total, and the biggest one was the most vicious in their scolding..." Jack said with a heavy heart. As soon as Elliott heard it, he had a bad feeling in his heart, "Is it Abby Capital?" "Was..." Abby Capital was a well-known venture capital firm in Dracmeadow. The founder of this company, Abby Capital, was known as the "god of venture capital". As long as she identified a project, it would definitely become a huge success after investment.

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She wondered what games he was up to this time, but the look on his face gave nothing away. The capital 3 was an institution comprising the farmers’ institutions, the warriors and the scholars. The project started a few years ago after the crowning of the alpha king. People speculated the King’s father, Robb Ainsworth, started the project before his sleep, while others insisted Xavier Ainsworth made the plans. The construction was still in progress and according to news around could either be the best thing thought of by any king or the worse.

Ida's face appeared on the screen. "IDA OKINO MITSUKO, WHO SUDDENLY ANNOUNCED HER RETIREMENT IN THE INDUSTRY HAS BEEN SEEN AFTER FIVE YEARS SOMEWHERE WITH A HIDDEN MAN, AND THREE KIDS. SHE'S ALLEGEDLY MARRIED SECRETLY TO A BILLIONAIRE," Reagan read out, and Avery eyebrows arched. "Brother, I think you are late" Reagan muttered.

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"You're a miracle worker. Whatever you gave me is pure gold." The bathroom door was open, with fresh towels folded neatly on the counter. Servants must've come in while I was out cold. There was a new stack of books on the nightstand—probably to keep me from going crazy with boredom. I reached for the top one excitedly. The cover was simple leather, the title embossed plainly: Eternal Bonds. Sounded harmless enough. Maybe some sweet fantasy romance. I flipped it open to a random page and started reading.

I put my phone down and looked at the city spread out below. Forty-seven floors up, I'd built an empire. But somewhere between building walls and making millions, I'd forgotten how to be a person who could be loved. Lena was giving me a chance to remember. The question was whether I was brave enough to take it. My door opened again. Sarah, my assistant, stood there with a file folder. "Mr. Blackwood, I have the documents you requested on the Carter Industries bankruptcy." "Thank you." I took the folder. "Sarah, can I ask you something?"

In a still voice, I answered, "Of course, I'm going back to the office. There's still lots of work for me to do." A complicated look came across Norman's face. "You can continue working?" I nodded nonchalantly. "Why not? I'll leave the search for Liv to you. I have other things to attend to—things that can't wait." Upon saying that, I drove to the office. The so-called "work" was just an excuse. I held onto the investigation report from my secretary, browsing through it page by page. The information within it confirmed my theory. Furious, my secretary exclaimed, "Ms. Lisbon, this is outrageous. You have to make them pay!"