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The woman leaves without saying anything else. This Damon Black is the most important businessman in the USA, he owns a transportation company, but the worst part is that he's one of the most dangerous people I've ever heard of. How do I know? Because a large part of his business is conducted in Sicily. That's why my boss avoided doing business with him. How could I have been so blind? -Are you okay, I startle and swallow hard when I hear his voice. -Yes, I try to answer without stuttering.

“ he was after you ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! “ said Damian . ‘ …..Is he worried about me ? ‘ thought Damian when he saw the worried expression on his face . “ Huuuu…………Then , it’s all good . All good ! “ said Antonio . “ Hey ! No matter how annoyed you are , you are my bodyguard . Shouldn’t you be worried about my safety ? “ said Damian . “ Honestly , I would like for you to get hurt at least once so that you would stop doing dangerous stuff . You are already one of the richest people on earth . I wonder why do you keep getting yourself in troubles and dangers where people come to kill you or handicap you . You really are a strange person . “ said Antonio . “ I couldn’t agree more . “ said

He unconsciously walked as if he already knew where to sit which is absolutely right while Lara followed him, thinking that he investigated everything for her; oblivious of how Hazard took advantage of her date with him, just so he could meet his beloved. To: Lousy I'm here. Take care of my car, and make sure it's sanitized. Especially, the passenger seat before donating it to the Haven of the Children. Lousy, who received it just frowned before stomping on his cigarette. "I'm on leave for fuck's sake," he said irritatedly yet he acted accordingly. He is after all forever indebted to Hazard, aside from being his close friend. Lousy didn't type a reply and just went ahead to finish his task a

Then, he began to press his password. The safe was open, Mr. Samuel took a large brown envelope. Then, he closed the safe and walked back to his son. “All the evidence daddy has is here, now you decide. How this Ricardo Group will be destroyed. Fight for Jessica, find your happiness, Lexi. I am only happy to see you happy.” Mr. Samuel no longer wanted to tell his son. Lexi must had a strategy to keep it all together, and got it back to the way it was. * * *

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

Isabelle said, "Yes. I did. She was shorter than you." Avery stopped at the kitchen threshold and didn't step inside. The warm light from the room spilled across the floor in a golden trapezoid. She saw Isabelle sitting at the kitchen table, and Dorothea leaning over the back of the chair beside her, looking up at her face. About half a minute later, Dominic's reply arrived. A screenshot, with a line of text below it: 【The key teeth don't match any standard lock. The design is for a custom internal vault compartment. Usually used in private safes in the old district of Obsidian City.】

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

The crease on their foreheads showed they were worried, but I wasn't good at lying, so I said nothing to ease their conscience. I opened the envelope gently. I knew Luke would kill me if he found out I got a letter from Luis the psycho, and opened it. What if it were a letter bomb? I opened the envelope and was glad that it was an actual letter. I took it out to read the content.

"You own a billion-dollar company." "That's surprisingly different." She rolled her eyes. Five minutes later, the safe clicked open. Apparently billionaires had useful skills after all. Inside rested only three items. A handgun. A photograph. And a journal. The atmosphere shifted immediately. Because journals had already changed their lives once. Damian carefully removed it. The cover looked worn. Frequently handled. Frequently read. The name embossed on the front made both of them freeze. Charles Blackwood. Silence filled the room. Slowly, Damian opened the journal.