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A harsh scream pierced through the air. Nydia slowly opened her tear-stained eyes. Through her blurry vision, she saw a familiar figure effortlessly tossing Bernard onto the ground with a judo throw. That wasn’t the end! Jason grabbed Bernard by the collar and started landing punch after punch on him. “Stop it!” Nydia was scared out of her wits, fearing it might escalate to a fatality. She rushed forward and used all her strength to hold back Jason, who was seething with rage. “You dare to hit me? Do you know who I am?!” Bernard spat out a mouthful of blood, still acting cocky despite his battered state. “My father is Daniel Bishop, the chairman of the Bishop Group! You better tell me your n

Ivan agreed on Adey. "There's something wrong with this." I stated. They looked at me and frowned. I know they are wondering why Bernard behaved like that in front of his daughter. I think he didn’t want to cry because he would look weak. He didn't want to show any emotion in front of us because that was a big embarrassment to him. Because he’s a Mafia Boss and it’s also a big shame if he cries in front of us. But whatever I convince myself I can't do. There is something really strange going on. END OF FLASHBACK

"So Mr. Bernard also likes to learn to wear open-backed pants like my son. " "Mariana, I order you to turn around immediately..." Bernard's handsome face was flushed from embarrassment. Mariana curled her small mouth with a face full of disgust: "I have seen it, and I didn't break the law, what right do you have to order me?" Jeremy, who was at the side, revealed a pleased smile, and Bernard suddenly seemed to understand, his son was not helping him, but playing a trick on him, this time he had suffered a big defeat.

Marcus’s POV I and Bernard were still glaring at ourselves in silence when one of the high-ranking elders rose to his feet, his eyes glinting with curiosity and amusement. “If it is combat you want, then surely Alpha Bernard would have no problem granting your request,” he declared, his voice calm yet firm. “After all, he has led many wars while you rot away in the human world.” Murmurs rippled through the courtroom and I smiled at the word he used. “Rot?” I thought to myself, did they really think I will go into another world and forget my primal instinct. I shook my head slightly with a chuckle.

“Bernard is a good man, truly. He’s just... hurting.” I excused myself and followed Bernard’s path out of the house. The morning air was crisp, and dew still clung to the sparse grass that remained in what was once a lush garden. I found Bernard standing by the enormous redwood stump, his back to me and his broad shoulders tense. “Alpha Bernard,” I called out softly, not wanting to startle him. His shoulders tensed. “Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear,” he said, not turning fully, “but I wanted solitude.”

We sat in companionable silence, eating and drinking, until the doorbell rang. When I came back into the room with Victor, Bernard cheered right up. I tried to hide my smile. Victor had that effect on some people. Bernard was sitting up straighter and trying to fix up his hair without being obvious about it. I talked to Victor while I fixed his coffee—cream, two sugars—to give Bernard a chance to compose himself. With a murmured excuse, Bernard took off for the bathroom. When he came back he looked almost like his old self again. “Hi!” he said brightly. “I’m Bernard Carrington.” He winced as Victor’s hand engulfed his.

is a God of weapons, and as such its difficulty is also Godly. It will not be easy, but if you persist, the very Heavens themselves will tremble beneath your feet. With one swing the Gods will be Slayed, and with another, the abyss sundered." Sheng Chen's mind trembled like a kite in a hurricane. He had never read anything more badass, and that was just the introduction. An image appeared in his mind of a man standing in front of an army of millions alone with his weapon, hair swaying in the wind, what could be more majestic than that? For some reason his heartbeat increased and a strange new feeling seeped into his heart. The desire to fight! He opened his eyes only to see a teddy bear

Spreading his arms with a look of determination, Bernard then continued, "I'm right here, and I say—I'm not afraid of anything! I have always been timid and calculative, but now, I will no longer prioritize personal and corporate interests! "The old me died on Randheli, and every day since is a blessing! So what do I have to fear? It's time I stand up, to fight back against the filth plaguing this world! They can point their guns and weapons at me all they want, but I will fight even if I'm broken and left in pieces!" His impassioned speech, righteous and awe-inspiring, stunned the journalists! They all applauded enthusiastically—aside from the American press who felt attacked and uncomforta

Bernard shook his head disappointed in phantom Alison. ... "Bernard that is Collen. And the other reasons we are concerned currently.. Your pupils are so dilated the only color we can see in your eyes is black almost." "Oh come now that's nothing new." Bernard protested. "And you are standing here on the balcony naked." ... "Are you sure?" "Honey stark naked." Evelyn declared. ... "I guess that's why it feels breezey, I thought I had a hole in my brand new pair of pants! Haha! What a relief!"

Nudging the door open, he came face to face with Bernard, who was seated with his eyes fixated on the wall, as though he had a lot of thought, which he couldn't process right away. He tiptoed in before calling out; " Alpha Bernard." he had called out, but Bernard didn't give him an answer. Bernard didn't want to believe that Zara wasn't pregnant in the first place, he knew that it might be a lie, but he also knew that they didn't have any reason why they should be lying.