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Max argued again shrewdly even though he knew that Amber Lark's accusations were true. What's even worse is Max still can't contact JC since 2 days ago. JC's phone is still not working. JC's credit card usage was also not detected. The young man was really smart. Most likely he took the money in cash before going on his secret trip to take Anna away. Suddenly Max's phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. He immediately checked who contacted him. Turns out it was a call from JC. Max immediately ended the question-and-answer session of the press conference. He was looking for a safe closed place to receive a phone call from JC.

I need to know my faith. I knock on his door a few times but there's no answer so I just let myself in. He seems to be really concentrated on whatever he's doing on his laptop and I just slowly walk towards his desk hoping I don't disturb him, but also hoping he hears me so I don't have to make random noises. "Hi Mr Romano," I call after just standing awkwardly for a while. He must've heard me come in, I wasn't loud but I also wasn't very quiet.

I say and he nods, grabbing his walkie-talkie, and he starts speaking in code. “I am sorry ma’am, this way,” he says opening the door and I ignore his apology as I run down the corridor, between the time I got up here to get access and the time it took him to open the fucking door the players are in the locker rooms already. I run down the corridor and I stop in front of the guests’ locker room and I knock on the door. The door bursts open to Max standing in front of me.

He said as she walked out. Max smiled so much that he seemed to have forgotten how exhausted he was from work. And he even recalled the time when Eliana used to make him laugh when they were kids. After a while, Max called the Finance Department and asked them, to make the final payment for Eliana’s promotion. He also gives her a bonus from his account. Meanwhile, Eliana’s live streaming continued, and the system was drawing prices automatically. Because there weren’t many sports left, those who didn’t win continued to comment. Eliana was so preoccupied with the live broadcast that she didn’t notice that she had received a text message from the bank.

The moment he stepped inside the grand lobby, every eye briefly turned toward him before returning to their work. "I need to see Miss Paloma Da Silva," Max said firmly as he stopped in front of the reception desk. The receptionist offered a polite smile. "Do you have an appointment, sir?" "No." "I'm sorry, sir. Miss Da Silva only sees clients with prior appointments." Max leaned both hands on the counter. "Tell her Max Anderson is here. She'll know exactly who I am." The receptionist nodded and made a quick call. After listening for a few seconds, she slowly lowered the receiver and looked back at him. "I'm sorry, sir. Miss Da Silva is unavailable."

Luka grabbed the remote and turned the volume up so we could hear what was going on clearly. “So far there are twenty players that are unable to log out. We can’t disclose too much information currently, but we were told to advise everyone to not log into the game until further notice. Authorities are currently trying to get ahold of CEO, Luka Alder.” The news reporter was standing outside of Wolf Tech company, as was a crowd of people yelling at the building for Luka to explain himself.

"Huh? What do you mean? For the household?" When I heard the words “home”, Maxwell drew the corners of his eyes, and then said in a very high tone: “You can use the money inside, the password is 123456. Take 500,000 to Barry first. My wife Maxwell also For the money of other men? " It sounded like a domineering president, Fan Er, how many women dreamed of her, and Alice shook his card and chuckled twice: "Gu is really domineering, if I heard a few days ago This sentence will be even more moved. "