Novel & Cerita Christine Novel

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Forrest neutrally said, turning to the door with a raised brow. Wanting a bit of time to recollect herself first, Christen got up and walked to the front. Like Forrest, she also didn’t make any order for deliveries. Given the very little connection she had with others, she wasn’t expecting any sort of visitors. Thought there were usually advertisers in the area, there was never one who approached her house. Most likely because it was one that belonged to one of the world’s most powerful billionaire. She highly doubted it was her family at the door, as she hadn’t even spoken to them since the wedding. Once she arrived at the door, Christen shook off her worries and opened it, where she laid e

Elena, who was asleep, immediately understood what was happening when she heard the maid say that the Master had called her and ran over. (One hundred words omitted here) Christine opened the door to her room and went out. The Fox Ghost had night vision, so she could see clearly in the moonlight coming in through the window. She swore that Miss Christine was the most perfect woman she had ever seen, both in appearance and figure. Although the double C's were slightly missing, she was relieved when she considered that she was half-elf. After all, you can't use the fox spirit's double Ds as a yardstick for measuring the average double Bs of the elf race.

I say calmly, not ashamed to plead with her. "All you have to do is answer my question and be honest, Stephane. That can't be so hard. Are you protecting her? Do you love her? Is that it? You are in love with a girl who is fucking you for money? You can't be that pathetic." Christine will not let up. She is oddly determined. I never knew she had this side to her, it is beyond unsettling. I am so close to pulling my fucking hair out. What the fuck are we doing?

she answered without much care. “I heard that Christine intend to cooperate with you at the time?” I asked. That was what I heard from President Alex just now. Ailina thought for a while and said, “Yes, but I don’t like to publish my design in the magazine first…” “.…” I nearly took what I heard as an imaginary voice. Who is Christine? She is the chief editor of the most professional fashion magazine in this country. But this young princess just said she didn’t like to publish a design in the magazine. Did she know what she had missed?

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX CHRISTENEs POV Christine sat alone at her desk, long after the office lights had gone dark. The soft hum of the building was the only sound left. Outside her window, the city stretched wide and glowing. Tall buildings stood like quiet sentries under the night sky, their windows flickering like stars. Her eyes were dry and sore. She’d been reading for hours, but none of it helped her sleep. Every document, every number it all led to one person. Adrian.

She had to replay what her mind had just heard to determine what she had been asked. "Hi. I'm sorry about being so confused for a minute," apologized Christine. "I was reading, and you surprised me. To answer your question, I am in Ms. Lyons's class. My name is Christine Leonard. How did you know Ms. Lyons assigned this novel for summer reading?"

"The Author... he told me I was the only one. He told me the name was a shield." ​"It was a shield for him," Christina countered, leaning forward so the light finally hit the sharp, aristocratic bridge of her nose. "He didn't invent me. He borrowed me. He was a struggling writer in a 2015 London flat, and I was the woman in the apartment across the hall—the one who actually survived the corporate scandals, the one who actually fought the boardrooms. He watched me through a window and turned my tragedy into your 'Billionaire Romance'."

“Enough chat the only reason I stayed at home was because I knew you were coming. I had a feeling that it would be you he would send to kill me, to spite me and see, I was right. I know that man better than you.” Christine finally stood up and walked towards a wall that had a cloth hiding its content and presented a horrifying sight to Vevina. Stuck on the wall were images of her crying in different positions and places of where she had been insulted and bullied. “I think I know you better than you do.” She laughed, enjoying the flicker of the red head's dull turned eyes. They had been dazzling when she had first stepped into her apartment and now they had lost its color in the same way that