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After just two years of working, I saved up and bought my own apartment. "You, on the other hand, didn't seem to have achieved much despite having everything handed to you by your family. I think that shows I'm more capable than you." Right then, Clement snapped. He grabbed the divorce papers and hurled them at me. I stepped back quickly, and Vincent raised his arm to shield me. The papers fluttered to the floor after hitting his arm. I let out a small sigh. Great. Now I'd have to reprint them. Clement's face twisted with anger as he barked at Vincent, "What are you doing? Whose side are you on?"

I told him without hesitation, “as long as we communicate. I did some research after Steven mentioned it. Well, not exactly research. I read some books.” “There’s a big difference between reality and fiction, Sev.” “I’m well aware, but it’s really interesting.” “How did you find the books?” I gave him a small smile. “I was trying to find something on the internet about it. My secretary saw and gave me a very long list of book recommendations. I have already started reading a few.” Kieran shifted on the couch. After searching through the channels a few more times, he finally settled on a movie. We both stared at the screen in silence, but I wasn’t really focused on what I was watching. My min

Lyra I knew about bond severance from page forty-seven of Maren's third book. I had read it at fourteen, sitting on the floor of the healer's hut while rain came down outside and Maren worked at her bench and didn't tell me to leave. I had read it with the academic detachment of someone absorbing information they didn't expect to need personally, the way you read about weather patterns in territories you have never visited.

Upon looking at Sienna's questioning look, Zachary said, "You don't like hospitals, right? I brought my private doctor here so you won't have to go to a hospital in the future." … After Dr. Landy gave Sienna a quick examination, he took out a stack of documents that he had brought over from the hospital. "I picked up Ms. Lawson's medical records from the hospital and took a look. As long as she avoids extreme emotional distress, she'll recover fine. You do not have to worry, Mr. Harrow." Zachary breathed a sigh of relief.

After the phone was sent in for repairs, Jason visibly thinned in just a few days. He still went to work as usual. He still handled matters with his usual order and precision. But he grew quieter with each passing day. Eric was the first to sense something was off. The man before him looked as if his soul had been drained, leaving behind nothing but a wandering shell. Once, when Jason sat at his desk staring blankly into space, Eric finally spoke up, “Mr. Fender, did something happen recently?”

Lucas said, dragging Serenity into the clinic. Serenity saw no patients inside and found the clinic a little empty. A white-bearded man was sitting on a chair and watching the TV. The 32-inch TV on the wall was playing the most popular drama of the season. Serenity had heard about the show at her office. Her colleagues had said that it was a tear-jerking show. The elderly man was watching the TV show with great concentration, his expression so serious. It was as if he was watching a documentary program.

He asked gingerly, "Sir, do you need me to buy another one for you?" "Never mind. Why did I hire you when you couldn't do something so simple well?" He tossed the book to Mark before turning to enter the ward. He didn't allow Mark to enter the ward, so Mark could only stand outside the room and wait, just like Felicity. When Lucas returned to the room, he noticed that Chelsey was already listening to an audiobook. He walked over to her and asked, lowering his voice, "What are you listening to?" "Post-divorce seduction," she said with her eyes closed.

That car was as good as gone. Then, I threw the spare key to the ground, got out of the car, and left. The sun was bright and piercing. Its rays shone mercilessly on the broken pieces of our marriage, which I had tried to mend and uphold for years. That night, I received a video from Ingrid. In the video, Quincy was crying hard as she draped herself over Noah's lap. "My car… How did my car end up like this?" Noah was standing on the balcony, smoking with a frustrated look on his face. It looked like he'd already seen the security footage of what happened.

Amber said. “Relax G-Man. Like we used to do remember. Watch this high quality show about the booming criminal industry.” Amber snorted. The shows about law enforcement taking calls out on patrol never went out of style. They’d just witnessed an entertaining foot chase, which ended badly for the suspect whom picked the wrong back yard fence to hop. The homeowner had a protective breed of dog. The suspect bit off more than he could chew. But the canine certainly hadn’t. Grayson sighed and pulled his eyes from the screen, “I can go without my watch. I’ve done it before. Don’t be dramatic,” he argued.

After a long silence, he took a deep breath and said, "Why go this far? We worked side by side for seven years. Those were the best years of my life. I've been thinking about how things would've turned out for us if we didn't end up on opposite sides." "I already know what would've happened," I commented. "You would've squeezed me dry and exploited every single ounce of me. And once I was no longer of any use to you, you'd kick me out of the company." A flicker of awkwardness crossed his face. I patted his shoulder and said, "Enough of that. Now that I've received the compensation I'm due, if there's nothing else, don't come looking for me again." Patrick grabbed me in a panic. "Didn't you s