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Atlas chirped in hastily, seeming to be a tad bit nervous but excited at the concept. "Why not? He’s a golden boy? He’s daddy’s rich? Well, new flash—he is my stepbrother and I'm the rightful son so…" "No, not that, idiot," Atlas asserted, slamming his palms against my jaw before rounding over to the end of the car. "He’s dangerous… and not the knife-to-the-throat kind like you. He’s… perfect. Fucking perfect. And that’s what makes him worse, man. There’s nothing on that boy. He’s like… a god amongst everyone."

Atlas said, glancing at me with a smile on his face. "Oh, she's the girl that your uncle hated. How did he refer to her the other day…" Cordelia stated, "A dangerous parasite that has struck herself to you." "That's not a nice thing to say about my guest," Atlas said as his expression turned cold. "Oh, I'm just trying to tell you that if your uncle thought of her in such a way, maybe…" "I should go and speak to the others." The way Atlas cut his aunt-in-law off made my lips parted open as I stared at Cordelia, gazing wide-eyed at him.

"It wasn't a change of heart. Claire—one of the assistants—told me that a massive institutional fund called Atlas Holdings sent a encrypted email to the CEO's private terminal at midnight. They told him if he didn't reinstate me immediately, they would call in the company's debt lines and bankrupt the entire firm by noon today." I pause, waiting to see if the name means anything to him. To anyone in the financial sector, Atlas Holdings is a mythic titan. But Caleb just stands there, his hands flat on the wood, tracking my expression with a calm, patient gaze. "Never heard of them," Caleb says softly, his voice smooth and entirely even. "But it sounds like someone up there prefers your auditi

He ran his hand over the embossed letters. "Texture," Cale whispered. "Raised font. Matte finish." "Do you like it?" Elion asked, his voice trembling. "It is... substantial," Cale said. "It has weight." He opened the cover. He flipped to the dedication page. "Read it," Elion said. "I want to hear you say it." Cale cleared his throat. He adjusted his reading glasses. "To Atlas," Cale read. "Who put down the sky so he could hold my hand."

They have me unfurling like a snail peeking out of its shell. Atlas is a man, a very masculine one at that, and I know that his body knows when a woman is soft for him. Using his fingertips he gently turns me so I'm facing him, and lifts my chin up so that I'm staring into his eyes even though it is still very dark outside and the rain is still falling like a wailing mother at her baby's funeral.

Atlas said coldly, causing all eyes to turn to him. He didn’t care about everyone’s eyes and laughed coldly, “What, did I say wrong? It’s your turn to deal with your adopted daughter well, don’t let her become an eyesore to me.” Atlas's eyes were fierce as he glared at Mrs. Nenito, the first time since Atlas's accident that everyone saw him with such an aura. Here, except for Mr. Drkov and Daisy, the two people's faces were equally ugly. Mr. Drkov, on the contrary, was a little happy and said: "Atlas is right, Vivian is not suitable to stay at our house, Dalziel, you book a hotel room for her."

Atlas answered coolly. “Alrigth then,” I was happy that he was going to start moving again but Austin remained. “I heard that the new chick is a white wolf is that true?” My interest pricked and my ear tickled to the conversation. “Yes.” Atlas voice was firm, almost like he didn't want to have this conversation with Austin. “Shit- isn't that like bad because-” my brows furrowed. Bad? What did he mean by that? “Thats none of your business Austin, you should focus on your job and not be involved in things bigger than you.” Atlas snapped.

The title gleamed on the cover: Yun’s Aromatic Codex. “Look closely, Hector. Do you recognize it?” He leaned in, scrutinizing it. Nicoletta’s words echoed in his mind: with both volumes together, one could uncover the map to Atlantis and claim the Shard of Life. With it came freedom from sickness and the promise of long life. For an old man staring down death, its allure was irresistible. “I’ll show you.” Caitlin opened the book to a middle page. Yellow powder spilled across the parchment, wriggling with something alive.

Zarek’s POV The thing about me? I get bored easily. Too easily. And when boredom and suspicion collide, well, let’s just say chaos becomes my favorite dance partner. Atlas had been walking around with that smug, self-righteous face of his, pretending he’s everyone’s golden boy, while Talia paraded around like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. But I wasn’t buying it. Not after what I saw in the restroom. So I decided to stir the pot. Why not? If Atlas was guilty of something, nothing would flush it out faster than pushing him into the fire.