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Cyrus nodded and asked, "What's your major?" "I major in dancing..." Rachel was so excited she could die. Even though they'd had dinner on Valentine's Day, it was with other crew members. Moreover, they'd occasionally acted together on set, but he rarely took the initiative to talk to her, so she didn't dare approach him either. She was afraid she'd disturb him and he'd be annoyed. She didn't expect that his sister would also be a student in University A.

Charming Playboy Family: Dhario (father) James (half-brother and beta) Alice and Anthony (twins half-siblings) Olivia (step-mother) Danni (auntie) Ed (uncle) Friends: Alice Frome, James Evans (brother and beta), Charles James Julia Stuart Age: 22 Race: werewolf Rank: Omega (fighter) Physical Description: Long straight jet black hair, round grey eyes, pointy nose, plump pink lips, athletic body, fair skin 5’4 ft tall. Personality description: passionate, kind, caring, determined, reliable, helpful, generous, sarcastic, adventurous, funny, and practical Family: Jason Stuart (father dead) Amelia Stuart (dead) Penelope Stuart (sister, 21)

I would get it if the people around me were lying to me, but why would the staff at the studio also do that? After mulling over it for a while, I decided to start with the person closest to Brandon. I pulled out my phone and called Rachel Schneider. "Hey, Rachel. Are you free? There's something I want to talk to you about." "What's wrong? Did your husband give you a hard time again?" she asked. "Give me a minute. I'll meet you right after I put the baby to sleep." I hadn't expected Brandon's words from my previous life to be true. Rachel had actually become a mother.

The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the sweet smell of chocolate. Rachel beamed, her good cheer returning. “Awesome! Okay, dig in!” She handed me a cookie that was still slightly warm. “So,” she said, munching on her own, “aside from.... that” —she nodded towards the rabbit — “how’s the whole ‘becoming a super mysterious and dangerous woman of the world’ thing going? Are you, like, fluent in sarcasm yet? Mr Thorne seems to consider it an Olympic sport.” I actually almost smiled. “I’m working on it.”

I towel my face dry and walk back into the bedroom, picking up the phone with a trembling hand to see whose name lights up across the screen. Elvis. For one second, I freeze. My thumb just hovers above the screen, debating whether to answer or not. Do I really want to open that door again? But before I can really overthink it, I swipe to answer and bring the phone to my ear. "Hello?" There's a moment of silence on his end, “Rachel” he says softly, “I didn't know you are going to pick up* . I sink down onto the edge of the bed, my heart pounding so loudly I'm sure he can hear it through the phone. "I didn't know you are going to call either, I wasn't sure about it”

Even if she couldn't have love, at least she would still have her career. Now, concentrating all her energy somewhere else was the only way to keep her thoughts from drifting toward Maxwell. In the evening, after finishing her experiments, Jennifer came out of the laboratory. "You're Ms. Yale, right?" Rachel was standing outside the laboratory building, waiting for her. Jennifer immediately recognized her as the dancer Rachel whom Laura had interviewed. Nonetheless, she pretended not to know her and asked impassively, "I am. Who are you?" Rachel smiled, as smart and gentle as ever. "Ms. Yale, do you mind having a talk? My name is Rachel Walker. I'm… a friend of Max's."

“Piece by piece but I will still come back to break you forever piece by piece.” “I, Racheal Synder, would end your life.” I spat out with hatred lanced in my voice. Kelly’s eyes moved to Rochelle again. “So you think that makes us even?” “You think we are frightened by your words?” “I think it makes us the same. We both frighten at each other” Her face twitched. Then she smiled. But it wasn’t warm. “You don’t know what I’ve become, Rachael.” “Neither do you,” I whispered.

I interrupted. I watched her gasp in shock, then nod firmly. “I’ll show you.” I doubted their CCTV would work, but luckily it did. I was curious—curious about who Rachel met to the extent of thinking about suicide. Was it her boyfriend? Did she have a big fight with him? I know Rachel was strong, and she wasn’t the type to commit suicide over anything less than something crucial. The lady played the CCTV footage with the exact date, and my eyes fixed deeply on the scene. Suddenly, I saw Rachel. Just like I expected, she wasn’t alone. She was with Jacob — the same man I caught her flirting with in front of Charlton mansion.

Rachel was both furious and panicked. "Harold, she must've run off so quickly because she's seeing someone else, afraid you'd find out! "What if you go looking for her and ruin her little affair?" His gaze cut sharp and cold as he looked over. "And how would you know she's seeing someone?" "She said it herself during that livestream…" "That livestream was meant to clear your name. She read the script word for word." Rachel would not give up. "It was Mrs. Wagner who told me! She saw Lilly sneaking around with some guy—with her own eyes! More than once!"

RACHEL=~>What was that all about? KELLY=~>Let just forget about it, please. We are still friends? RACHEL=~>Sure. KELLY=~>So What are you up to? RACHEL=~>Was watching a movie on Netflix when your text came in. KELLY=~>Oh, Sorry for disturbing you RACHEL=~>It Fine. KELLY=>You Free tomorrow? RACHEL=>Yeah kind of.After coming back from church...Am always home or maybe hang out with Nana.