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Connor instantly crouched. “Well, look who can move now!” he exclaimed with a grin. “Hey, little guy, let’s discuss investments. You’re never too young to start a portfolio.” Adrian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You’re going to scare him off.” “He’s tougher than you ever were.” Adrian chuckled softly. “He’s also gentler.” Connor nodded. “Good. He should be.” -----

He couldn't bear the sight of Ashton for another moment, and he wanted nothing more than to watch Ashton's reputation crumble and see him driven out in total shame. "You know this could affect my potential marriage with Faye, so please just let Uncle Tristan perform the treatment first, Connor!" Francis quickly held Connor back and tried to reason with him. Connor let out a disdainful huff and fell silent, though he still cast a venomous glance toward Ashton and Wanda. He silently vowed to make them pay. He wasn't going to let Wanda slip through his fingers—he was determined to conquer her no matter what. Francis breathed a sigh of relief. He had been captivated by Faye's beauty since he fir

But boy, do I want to smack his arrogantly handsome face. “Thank you.” Unfortunately, I have to endure Connor’s presence because Santana continues the conversation. Surprisingly enough, he and Declan remain silent. As I continue to stand there, I can feel the heat of Connor's stare. He must hate the fact that Santana and Declan like me. I heard that Santana is not a fan of Connor’s revolving door. Not that I’d be one of the women taking a spin, considering he thinks I’m just a silly girl. If he only knew.

Hand copies, at that. Seeing the ironclad evidence before them, everyone gaped. Connor couldn't even have dreamed that the person he'd asked here to prove Rita was a grifter had turned around and bit him. Right in the ass! "Do you believe me now, Mr. Trent?" Rita beamed at Connor, who was still rooted to the spot. The girl was laughing, but Connor felt like he was getting beaten down. He'd lost thoroughly this time. And gotten called out in public by a twenty-year-old little girl, how infuriating was that?

He clenches his jaw again and glares at me. "About?" "Allowing our beautiful friend to see what else she can learn for us. Maybe we'll keep her on the payroll indefinitely if she gives us some useful tidbits." Connor shrugs and stops looking at Alina as he searches the room for threats. A habit he's never abandoned since his days in the unorganized street gangs with our men in Dublin. "Do what you want anyway, , I know your plans with Fiorella won't change and now less so, even though this woman thinks she can seduce you" he said showing distaste for my alliance with Alina.

Then suddenly, there is a screeching of tires as Connor brings the car to an immediate stop, "Did you kill Samuel Colt?" "The man had something that I wanted, and he was not willing to hand it over." Ethan looks at me as he furrows his brows, and I know that I am about to receive a lashing from both these boys, and it is going to be a rather firm one. "What?" Ethan asks. "What did he have that you wanted?" "That darn book that all of you were going on about." Connor's jaw only drops, and he can hardly even mumble, "The Book Of Destiny?"

He even told a minor, embarrassing story about Connor. Everyone was very settled at the end of the night, and we all headed to bed late. We go into the room, and I'm confused when Conrad goes straight to the drawer of his side table and pulls out a book. He hides it behind his back and looks at me with a cheeky grin. "If it's alright with you, Lewana, I would like to speak to Serena for a second". What is he up to? Serena surges forward and stares at him eagerly. He just smiles.

Connor take the initiative to buy her flowers, must be a stunning beauty, but she had never thought that she would be such a mediocre woman! Sotiria calmed herself down and asked, “He… Are you sure we’re talking about the same Mr. Connor?” “I don’t dare mention his name, but I can tell you that Mr. Connor is the infamous no.1 devil in Rothesay. Ms. Green, it’s really an honor that Mr. Connor has taken a liking to you,” the delivery person said sourly. “He he…” Sotiria replied with a fake smile. “Then I’m not accepting the flowers. You can take them back.”

All three of us crane our necks to see. There's a picture of Daniel and me sitting on the bench by the pharmacy. Daniel is holding Chance in a standing position. They're smiling at each other while I'm looking on. The picture really is sweet. The writer of the caption, however, jumped to a whole lot of conclusions. Caught Again: Is This Soccer Stud Turning into a Soccer Dad? "Um… yep. I guess that would be him." "Are you kidding me?" Geni practically screeches and snatches the newspaper out of her client's hand. "You're going out with Daniel Zavaro? Captain of the Texas Mutiny? How did you not tell me this?"

Kyla pocketed it and made her way to Connor's room. His room was in the east wing, overlooking the gardens. Kyla unlocked the door and slipped inside, closing it quietly behind her. The room was neat, almost obsessively so. Bed made with hospital corners, clothes hung in the closet organized by color, books arranged on shelves in alphabetical order. The bookshelf on the east wall was exactly as Connor had described. Kyla's eyes scanned the third shelf from the top, looking for the title he'd mentioned. There… "The Count of Monte Cristo." An old leather-bound edition, the spine cracked and faded.