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After responding to that message, he returned to a few papers that became objects and his goal in this café for a moment to get rid of tiredness. Everything he did this time did not escape the sight of anyone there. With the same smile, her targeting became more and more dull because she knew that Casya was talking to someone familiar via the phone. Twenty minutes later… Someone ran toward him and began to regulate his breath. “Sit down.” Casio is welcome. “Thank you” and then sat down. “Why are you out here? Do you miss me?” Asking Casya how she sings without sin makes people in front of her angry.

Carlos was lying on the floor in sheer pains while Isabel circled around him. “From henceforth, Carlos is stripped of his title… He is to vacate his place of residence before sunset today.” She unapologetically dug her heels deep into his torn skin, earning a heart breaking scream from Carlos. Satisfied with the punishment she has inflicted on her subordinate, Isabel vanished without a trace.

“Next, you will see Cassie walking around. As most of you know, Cassie has been imprisoned for 19 years and is getting her strength back. She is also Luna Penny’s birth mother. Zac is her biological father and was set to join the warriors but has been stationed else where for the time being. Please welcome them and come to us for any concerns.” A few people turned and looked at Cassie. A little blush crept up on her cheeks but she smiled and waved. Ms. Lucy put a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. My face stayed passive. Colt sat down and it was my turn.

Cas didn’t sound happy to see her, but he didn’t deny her being his fiancée. I couldn’t hear everything clearly. It felt wrong to eavesdrop, but I needed to know what they were saying. So I pressed my ear against the door after I heard Cas yelling at her. “Cassius Hemming is a fucking asshole, whose ego got hurt, and so I made a plan to date my cleaner and then dump her, get her fired, and not pay a fucking dime of the money she was owed. I'm a fucking peace of shit. Happy? Do you still want to marry me?”

Just like her mother she too is a party animal. Octavius Carter – The leader of Caspian Cosca based in Caspian Nyqua who had a chiselled face that goes with his chiselled chest. The most handsome leader of any Cosca and women are crazy about him. Many women don’t mind getting bought by him. He is responsible for the Protection racketeering and extortion part of the business. Kubo Kayo – A tall, stoic-faced man who rarely showed any emotions, an expert in martial arts, a mechanical engineer who works as consigliere for Caspian Cosca.

Her presence is ruining it. "Cas!" she yells again. "Enough!" I grind my teeth, my arms shaking, and look back down to the man. He's stopped moving, dead from blood loss. Snapping his neck won't do anything now. Damn. What a waste. Mariam takes a few steps forward with her hands held out. She licks her lips nervously. "Let him go, Cas," she says slowly. "He's dead. Come on, honey. Come down from that mountain. Follow me down here, please?"

The spoon in Cassandra’s hand slipped. It didn’t fall. But her grip shifted. For a second, she looked startled. Then the expression vanished. So quickly Maya almost questioned whether she had seen it at all. “Are you okay?” Maya asked. Cassie immediately nodded. “Of course.” “You look pale.” “I’m fine.” Maya stared at her. Cassie smiled. A little too quickly. “I’m fine, Mrs. Haider.” Maya didn’t push further. Not because she wasn’t curious.

Kai argued "I'll deal with the consequences, for now I'm going to try and slow him down," "Slow him down?," Her words echoed in Cassie's mind wondering what she meant. She didn't have the time to ponder on it as she had to contact Leo fast. "Wolf 1" "Wolf 2" "Wolf 3" "wolf 4" "Wolf's bane supplier," "Hot body for sex 1" "Best head giver 5," What the fuck?, what kind of contact names were these?, Cassie thought. She finally managed to find his name in Silvia's contacts and pressed call, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. One ring, two rings, three…each one an eternity.

"Ground transport is secure. Three armored SUVs waiting at the hangar." Cassie closed her laptop and looked out the window at the fog rolling over the airfield. It felt ominous. "Oberon Holdings," Cassie said, standing up. "I found an address." "Where?" Aser asked. "It’s not an office." Cassie said grimly. "It’s a private clinic in Kensington. The Icarus Institute." "A clinic?" "It specializes in reconstructive trauma surgery, like you said," Cassie read from her phone. "But according to the dark web forums I scoured, it's where you go when you want to stop looking like yourself."

"We've still shown that strategy and emotion don't have to be opposing forces. We've still built something real." "That's very zen of you," Eli said. "It's terrifying," I said. "But you've taught me that being terrified doesn't mean the choice is wrong." By the end of the week, we were back in the waiting period. Westbrook was deliberating. Our campaign could be salvaged or destroyed based on their legal assessment. I spent the time doing something I'd never done before: actually sitting with uncertainty without trying to control the outcome. It was uncomfortable. But it was also freeing in a way I didn't anticipate.