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Connor began, his deep voice sounding incredibly serious. "I know exactly what Caleb Mercer has been doing to you, and I know he is a highly toxic, manipulative person who targets vulnerable students for his own sick entertainment." "If you already knew he was a terrible person, why did you wait until today to intervene and help me?" I asked defensively, feeling a sudden flare of protectiveness over my own difficult situation. "Because you never actively fought back against him before today," Connor explained calmly, looking directly into my eyes without blinking once. "I saw you stand up to him on the sidewalk today, and I heard you insult his massive ego perfectly. You proved that you are

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

Connor quickly moved past the pleasantries, looking at me intently. "I’ve been in Liberland and am now a director at the Nexus Group,” I answered honestly. I didn’t see the need to conceal this information. It was important for him to know about my current position and capabilities—to understand that I wasn’t the same person as a year ago. Connor looked slightly taken aback at my response, his expression turning a bit unnatural. "You’re a director at a foreign-owned company? That’s unexpected." "There's nothing unexpected about it. People grow in character and capability after major life events. My current achievements are the results of the hardships you put me through," I said with a cold

Connor hissed. He smirks. Connor was an illegitimate child of the Assedio di Vendetta Mafia Organization's leader Mariano Moretti based in Italy. Their family was onced a close and even treated each other as allies. But something happened and now both of their family vowed to finish each other in a matter of time. "Did I hit where it hurt?" He sarcastically smiled. Connor was about to punch him again when Rain and Isaac appeared right in front of them to stop them from fighting again.

I say grinning. Cyra laughs. “I’m not above throwing your sister’s name in if it means getting a discount. I’m also going to talk to them about cyber security in our pack. I know they said Connor’s pack wasn’t secure before and I want to make sure ours is.” “Hmmm,” I say, thoughtfully. “What? I know that look. You’re cooking up a plan.”

Let him enjoy his life for now. Very soon, I will hunt him down and end his miserable life. I cannot stay here anymore. Come what may, I must break out of this place. I know where to find Connor and I know what he is up to. The emails have made it known to me that he is now a hunter. He has a team of lowlives that he works with. Together, they hunt supernatural beings and either kill or imprison them. It has come to my attention that he is planning on attacking the werewolf community.

Lisa heaved a sigh of relief, then smiled back at Serenity, "You're right, I underestimated you and I underestimated our friendship! Now let's forget about everything else and relax for a bit! Jackson Valor is nothing! There are plenty of men in this world! I'll find you a dozen hot guys to pick from!" Serenity did not want to dampen Lisa's enthusiasm, so she went along, "Yeah! A dozen hot guys!" "What?" After Connor answered his phone in the Valor Residence study, his face changed slightly. He told the person on the other end of the line, "Keep watching them." After hanging up, Connor turned to his boss uneasily and hesitantly.

He pulled out his phone, punched down on its numbers. "What's the code?, " he asked without waiting for any reply. "Her death day!, " the crude voice replied with so much empathy of delight. *************** Louis {POV} The arrival of Connor, my chief security brought me to a halt as he entered my inner office chambers. It's been a few days and hopefully he has found something useful. All the links to Nora's death had been ghosted even the recent hint still hanging on the cliff was about to disappear like the rest. I scanned his appearance as he walked towards me with a short bow. He stood as rigid as usual. Conner, retired from the military, his uncle worked alongside with my foster father a

"I had Jordan Reed dig up the archives on this 'Ashley.' Her resume is built on the bones of the artists she’s ruined. All her dark secrets—the bribes, the scandals—are right here." I looked at him, surprised. "You knew about the corporate gig?" "In my position, the wind whispers everything to me," Connor said, his hand moving to gently stroke my hair. Lisa, watching from the front, felt a shiver. They had been bonded for days, yet they felt like an ancient pair who had shared a thousand lifetimes.

"I'm about to commit career suicide, so pay attention." She pulled up recordings. Connor's voice filled the room—his conversation from the warehouse, admitting to manipulation, to using Sierra, to planning Duke's destruction. "Son of a bitch," Murphy breathed. "There's more." Sierra switched files. Financial records. Shell companies. Money trails. "Connor Reynolds doesn't legally exist. The man calling himself Connor is actually Marcus Keane, a con artist with warrants in three states. He read about Robert Reynolds' disappearance years ago, did his research, and became Connor."