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She begged. Irene had no idea why Amelia suddenly had such a huge reaction to the killer of the Green Lake, but she was obviously about to break down. Irene quickly answered, “No, it’s not your father. It’s not James who murdered the Green Lake.” Amelia loosened her grip on Irene’s hands. She covered her face with her own hands and cried, “Thank Moon Goddess! Thank you! It’s not my father. Oh My Gosh! It’s not my father! Thank you! Thank you so much! Thank you!” She murmured over and over again.

He is not hard to be loved. Christian had already passed that phase. He could not love any woman. But what about Hazel? She is innocent, and innocence is always linked to love because love is innocent. Rebecca looked at Hazel, eyes filled with worry. She started munching on her food after thanking God for the food. Just look at her! Rebecca sighed, serving them a glass of water as well as juice. “Sir,” said Hazel, looking at Christian, who only hummed — a signal for her to continue. “Can I go to church?” She asked her question, without any hesitation but she was surely nervous about his answer.

“It is okay” “Uh… be careful” “Yeah. Don’t worry, you know me. I have dodged suspicions thousand times” “Yeah…” I smiled. “Good luck” He nodded and then went out. ------ Vincent I went out and to the Police station. To be honest, I was a little worried. I knew this time, it was like… every time, I didn’t fear the Police. Because I knew that even if I get caught, I will be out and live my life again. But now? I know that if I get caught, my wife would be so sad. I have to do this now, for her. I have to be well.

Cops exchanged uneasy glances with each other before the seniormost mustered the courage to speak, "Mr. Serrano, if she is innocent then a search would only confirm it." Nate prowled towards the cop, his gaze on him, hard and unyielding- a silent promise of consequences if overlooked. "I do not doubt her innocence," he made it clear and continued, " And no one will touch her. If you have suspicions then search this damned place. Wreck it, bring it down, I don't give a fuck, but no one..." his voice thickened with something dangerous as he seethed, "no fucking one is laying a finger on her."

“Answer me, Niko” Niko places a soft kiss on my shoulder, “It’s not as you’re thinking” I am stiff in his arms as I retort “Then tell me” “No” I draw in a deep breath. “Answer me this one thing, your business, does it hurt the innocent? children? Women?” I hold my breath as I await his reply if he says yes, I don’t know what I would do, but I would never be okay with my husband, the man I loved hurt innocent for a living if our fortune was built on the tears and sufferings of others.

“You are known as a playboy. You have a different model or actress in your bed every other night. And that was fine until the Innocence Company started cashing in on the sweet nature of Jessica Balboa. She’s a mother that other mothers want to emulate.” “And that’s not me,” Jackson agreed. Jane stood up from the chair and put her hands on the front of the desk. “You hired me, Mr. Weathers, to fix the fact that every single one of your products is down this year,” Jane told him. She was all confidence. “Your brand hasn’t changed. Your prices and suppliers are all the same. The only difference now is the competition. And that means that we have to beat the Innocence Company at their own game i

“Innocent? So that also makes you innocent? Oh! Fuck your innocence! ” “Ryo, without evidence, my son is innocent.” Dini pulled Sachin into a hug, wiping the blood with his arms, twisting the facts into lies. “Well, cheers to your definition of fucking innocence.” Without giving them a chance to react, he gave Sachin a twin slap. “Ryo!!!” Dini screamed, only to get kicked on the shoulder, and before he could sit to protect his son, he was kicked again, flat on the floor, where he belonged.

“Answer me, Niko” Niko places a soft kiss on my shoulder, “It’s not as you’re thinking” I am stiff in his arms as I retort “Then tell me” “No” I draw in a deep breath. “Answer me this one thing, your business, does it hurt the innocent? children? Women?” I hold my breath as I await his reply if he says yes, I don’t know what I would do, but I would never be okay with my husband, the man I loved hurt innocent for a living if our fortune was built on the tears and sufferings of others.

, he spoke between his broken voice. "Innocent hunh! You are fucking innocent? You invaded my territory, drugged and addicted the innocents, blackmailed them, sold their body parts, and murdered them. Do you still have the authority to call yourself innocent? Iden is not a good person, but he never harms innocent people. The news shook him to his core, making him batshit angry, unhinged. He peels the man alive, cutting off every piece of meat and bone until he dies in his own pain and pool of blood.

he started, sliding a black envelope across the desk. No sugarcoating. No buildup. Just another faceless target in a world of blood and silence. “Name?” I asked flatly. “Federico Moretti. Italian-born. New rival. He thinks he can run guns through our city.” My father’s lip curled in disgust. “Make it clean. No headlines.” I nodded. Simple enough. I didn’t ask questions. Not anymore. If there was one thing I was good at, it was getting my hands dirty and walking away clean.