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And I myself should now be able to feign complete ignorance of it. "Agreement? What's the deal James? What are you and Ava planning without me knowing?” I muttered and kept trying there. James slightly lowered his head and closed his eyelids for a moment there now. Until not long after that, James sighed loudly. I can clearly see how frustrated James is right now there. "Beta Oliver is dead, Sophia." James muttered as he started to looking at me once again. “W-what? Beta Oliver is dead? H-how did that happen, James?”

James described the vehicle and Oliver fell to the ground on his knees and gasped for air, he could not breath after hearing that it was the exact same vehicle that caught on fire. “What's wrong Mr Haywood?” Juliet!!” James screamed the name of the head maid to rush over here. “Call the family doctor immediately!!” Romulo heard the commotion and rushed down stairs “What is going on” He knew Oliver came but did not understand the reason why James had screamed. James is someone who doesn't react even when someone dies in front of him, but for him to scream for them to call the doctor it means it was serious. Romulo was shocked when he saw the terrifying state that Oliver was in “What happened

"And chose one of the manliest words." The noisy background sound brought a sense of security. Olive stared at the words on his notebook, sighed slightly, and commented inaudibly, "I think mine is better than yours Jessie." "..." Henry said mockingly, "Then why don't you just name Manly Miller?" Olive was inexplicably poked into the laughing spot, bowing her head and laughing silently. After a long time, she suddenly noticed that Liam next to her had not responded to Henry's words. Silent.

I came into the room after assisting Sofiah with the dishes and having a brief random chat with Uncle. I entered the room, changed into my nighties and laid on the bed, with a novel of my favorite author in my hands. Nora Roberts always keeps it real. Oliver walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, which was way too below his waistline, for my comfort and peace of mind. Walking to the front of the mirror, he picked up his armpit spray and applied it. I just couldn't stand it anymore, "Could you put on something decent, Oliver?" I muttered.

“James… where is Miss Olivia?” James froze for a moment, his eyes shifting nervously. “I-I… I don’t know.” Samon scoffed, then stepped closer. “Don’t play games with me. Sophia said the last time Miss Olivia was seen, she was with you at the club. You took her to the VIP room. So tell me the truth!” “I… I did take her to the room,” James finally admitted, his face pale. “But I didn’t get to do anything! She was already terribly drunk… and then suddenly a man came. He was older, seemed important. Everyone at the club cleared the way when he came in.”