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“Where did this false information come from?” Conan hurriedly put his phone in his pocket and said to Mona, "Some idiots are spreading rumors online. Don't look now; I've got it.” He then stepped to the window and made a call, frowning the whole time. Conan ridiculed her a lot, yet he was the Gray family's heir. Why had he suddenly grown so serious? Mona thought about it for a moment before checking her phone. The most popular topic on T*****r was #Sydney Pregnancy#, which was accompanied by a giant red "Breaking" symbol.

However, it also became the go signal for them to express their opinions loudly. "Hahaha, I didn't know Conan could get that stupid." "Yeah, it's pretty obvious." "That's what happens when you brag too much." "Jeez, seriously he hasn't seen that?" Conan was so confused so he looked at the board again. "What the hell am I missing?"

Lyra I return to my desk. I open I*******m. My DMs are flooded. Messages of support. Insults. Hideous edits with my blurred photo and vicious captions. People asking me "why I messed everything up," as if the collapse were mine alone. And then, I come across a post from Cassandre, that woman wants to drive me crazy. "There are things women must say when no one is listening. I am not a jealous woman. I am a fiancée. And I refuse to be trampled on with a smile. The facts will speak for themselves."

Brennan commented with a small laugh. My lips twitched. “Think we’re getting off topic.” “We are, and some of us have people waiting for us back in bed,” Eoghan groused. “Marriage has made you a real killjoy,” Conor remarked. “You’d think a regular lay would have perked you up.” “I was plenty perky before you dragged me in on this group call.” I had to laugh, and so did the others. We all knew that when the Mission Impossible theme song rang on our cells, because Conor was still in Fourth Grade, that we had to answer.

growled Porter before realizing what he'd said. Conway chuckled rather darkly at this as he leaned down near Porter's neck and sniffed his sweat-slick hair. "So good..." he groaned as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Fuck...tight pussy feels so good on my cock." Porter sighed once more. "Conway stay calm, the last thing we need is for you to fall back into a rut and make this knot last longer than it has to," he said softly. "I have classes to get to remember things to do places to go people to see."

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He grinned as my face blushed. “Now you’re getting on my nerves.” I hissed softly, and he broke into another chuckle. I had never seen a man as smiley as him. “How about I tell you a joke,” Conan said, and I frowned. “In the middle of a dark forest, a man and a woman have sex. After about 15 minutes, the man finally gets up and says, ‘Damn, I wish I had a flashlight!’ The woman replies, ‘Me too. You’ve been eating grass for the past ten minutes!’”

"Someone hotter and less grumpy for me to do this with?" Lily's response was blunt. "Arc's the ugly, deformed waiter you kissed at your father's gala after finding out about your ex's infidelity." Chelsea winced. "Thanks for the reminder." "You needed it," Lily said. "Kevin's stealing the spotlight, and even Larry's Italian charm is overshadowing your drama. Those memes aren't helping. Almost ten memes of you crying that night has surfaced, including one with a thundercloud hovering over your head." Chelsea's anxiety spiked. Being meme-ified meant you were either ridiculously silly or famously notorious. Chelsea knew he'd become a meme for both reasons.

I looked up at Alfred. He couldn’t meet my eyes. “Well,” I said. “This is bad.” Nathan let out a bitter laugh, sharp and humorless. “Bad? This is fucking humiliating. Do you know what people are saying? Do you know what my friends are doing right now? They’re making memes. Memes, Mom. Of my dad in bed with some random woman. They’re sending them to me. They’re tagging me in them. They’re laughing.” “Nathan…” Alfred started.

I asked, a playful smile on my lips. Conan leaned back in his chair, his eyes thoughtful. "You know, I've always had a soft spot for a good steak. Medium rare, with a side of garlic mashed potatoes." I nodded, making a mental note of his answer. "Steak and garlic mashed potatoes. Noted. What's your favorite color?" A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Blue, I suppose. It reminds me of the sky on a clear day."