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Jo whispered. “I know,” Nico said. This brown haired youth glanced at Damian and Daisy, then smiled sarcastically and threw the note Damian had given him carelessly onto the table. “So you two are demanding a billion dollars in damages?” Nicko Asked to confirm. “Well, that’s what we want, and we already have given a little kindness. We should have asked for two billion,” Damian replied arrogantly, to where he didn’t want to look at the person he was talking to. Nicko just nodded, then he returned to enjoying his drink slowly. He had stopped drinking for a moment, took out his cellphone and focused on there for a moment. But not for work, but he monitors fortifications in his favorite online

"What the fuck. Nico? Two of them?" Nero thought it was not another Russian mob attack. He would really wipe them all out now without blinking an eye. Nico nodded, but his expression remained unreadable. "I took the first one into town. I've had a suspicion since that night." He reached into his pocket again, placing a small card on the table. A goldsmith’s business card. Nero’s jaw tightened. “What is this?" Nico spoke evenly, his voice carrying the weight of something much bigger than a simple discovery.

They were arguing. "Are you crazy?" Nico grabbed Bianca's arm. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?" "Let go of me!" Bianca struggled to break free. "This is none of your business!" "Bianca, that serum is dangerous!" Nico's voice was full of anger. "You can't sell your soul for money!" "What soul?" Bianca sneered. "All I know is that Matteo gives me everything I want. Power, status, money. Can you give me that?"

As they disappeared into the other room, Niccolo stepped forward quietly. I assumed he was just passing through. Instead, he reached into his own pocket and handed me more cash. I blinked. Six thousand euros. “For me and Romeo,” he said simply. “Thanks.” Then he turned and jogged after his brothers like that was the most normal interaction in the world. I stared at the money in my hand. “I… wasn’t being serious,” I muttered under my breath. But that didn’t stop me from pocketing it. Growing up the way I had made things like this feel strange.

Linux is still holding the fork and giving Jirou spaghetti. "Good morning, bitch," Nico greeted, causing Jirou to look at her badly. Nico is eating spaghetti and later Luxian handed Nico a tissue. "Don't call my boss like that," Jirou said irritated but still cold to Nico. "Why wouldn't I call my bestfriend a bitch? Maybe because you don't have friends, that's why you don't know about these kinds of fucking words," Nico said back. "By the way, bitch. I need the documents for that fucking last will. All of it so it can be finalized."

I clasped my hands together to stop their shaking, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "I'm begging you," I said, my voice breaking slightly. "Please help me. Nico is everything to me. He's gentle and kind and brilliant, and he doesn't deserve to waste away in that hospital bed believing he's worthless. When I met him at Columbia, he was painting this beautiful piece called 'Romantic Encounter,' and he told me it was about finding love when you least expect it."

Luca cautioned him and continued with a clear voice, "You're gonna cooperate with me and then, I might decide whether to shoot you or not" His body trembled when Luca got closer to him and he managed to beg, "If it's money you want, I can give you more than " "I don't need your blood money" Luca responded while scrolling through the device in his hand. Well, half of his wealth was based on blood money as well but it never came for free. He fvcking worked his ass and risked his life for the income. He turned the screen of the device to show him a picture of Nico, "Do you remember the face? Does she haunt you in your dreams at night"

“We cleared the club. Caught three brokers.” “First, you steal cannabis, hallucinogens, Rophynol, the Special K. Do you know how much each packet of those costs? How much you’ve robbed from me?” I roared at Nico’s face. “And now you go behind my back and get involved with the Ivanovs?” The name set an alarm inside Nico. His chest heaved with fear and regret, confirming my intuitions. I bet he wished he could turn back time and undo his mistakes. Too late.

Logan had no reason to disobey Nicole’s command. He did not even have to do it personally. He just called the bank and asked them to send over $1 million in cash. Afterward. Nicole got out of the car. Jacob and Logan hurriedly followed. As soon as Nicole appeared, those people got a little agitated. “This woman is rich! She’s the heiress of Stanton Corporation! Her company took over Zico Company and made us lose our jobs! Let’s ask her for money!” “She’s rich! Let’s get her to pay us!”

I nodded. “She’s different,” he said. “I know.” “She makes you human.” “I hate it.” Before he could respond, my phone buzzed. Enzo. I answered. “Talk.” “We’ve got a problem at the warehouse.” “What kind?” “Internal.” I sighed. “I’m on my way.” The warehouse smelled like sweat and fear. Enzo met me at the gate, pale and twitchy. “It’s Nico,” he said. “Caught him skimming cash from the drop box.”