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Jeffery continued. "Who's worried to her!" James curtly replied evasively. Jeff smirked even more at the man he considered family. James was an introvert. He never shares feeling with others. Moreover, James never had a lover like the other mafia bosses. He was playing with women with no strings attached for sexual desire only. Soon, Earth returns, and Doctor Jeff injects medicine to reduce Delilah's fever. "If her fever doesn't go down by morning, take her to my clinic. I hope no infection occurred. Good evening gentlemen, I need to rest!" said Jeff Alejandro casually. Grey immediately took Jeff's bag to escort him out.

She didn't want to keep talking to a madman. "It's fake," Jeffrey laughed eerily, his voice chilling. "The body was fake. No one noticed, but I did. Heather ran away. She got bored of us and threw us away. She's gone! "Liesel, she's watching you. Where is she? Ashthorne? Bloomfield? Huntaria? Matristan? No one knows where she is. No one can because she won't let us find out. "She's a self-centered lunatic…" Jeffrey began to laugh uncontrollably again. Tears streamed down his face again when he mentioned Heather. He lay on the floor and started screaming Heather's name repeatedly.

And now the wolves were at the door. Two nights ago, Viktor (the syndicate’s enforcer) sent me a photo: Jessy asleep in her dorm bed, taken from inside her room. Message attached: One week, Marko Or we come collect ourselves. I’d known this day was coming since the crash that killed her parents. I’d promised my sister on her deathbed I’d protect her daughter. Instead I’d dragged the girl into my war. But I had one card left. Jeffrey... Twenty-one years old, computer science prodigy, trust-fund brat on paper, complete fucking psycho underneath. He’d hacked my entire system at nineteen just to watch Jessy change clothes. When I confronted him, he didn’t deny it. He begged.

He began, speaking of something other than the divorce case, "I heard you bumped into Mrs. Chapman from Project Aurelia lately. Seems like you had a good conversation." Willow lowered her head and gently stirred her coffee. Her voice was soft as she asked, "How do you know about that?" Jeffrey stared closely at her. "Mr. Chapman from Project Aurelia is a close family friend. Technically, he is my uncle, or more specifically, my first cousin once removed." She raised her head. "Oh? That's unexpected. Julian never mentioned it." At the mention of Julian's name, a subtle silence fell between them... Jeffrey was a lawyer after all, and he was well-versed in human nature. He could sense her uneas

“He’s dying, Craig.” Craig glanced over his shoulder at Dr. Stanley Jeffers, chief resident. Tall, gaunt, with bloodless lips and a black widow’s peak, he looked like a classic Universal Movie Mad Scientist instead of country hospital doctor. Craig shivered. Dr. Jeffers had freaked them all out as kids, and Craig imagined that no matter how many peppermints he distributed when treating pediatrics, Dr. Jeffers still freaked all the kids out. Craig’s scalp burned. And he thought he smelled Old Spice, Pop’s favorite cologne.

“Just don't cheat on me again, okay? I'll forgive you this time.” “Jeff!” Jojo called again. She thought that he was kidding again. Jeff chuckled. “I guess I'll see you later? You'll be late for class,” he said, kissing her on the forehead, and walked away. Jojo remained rooted to the ground for a second. She touched her forehead and creased her brows. “See you,” she said, almost in a whisper. But she was clearly very confused. … Jojo sat beside Penny and rubbed her forehead again. “Jeff is so creepy today. He scares the shit out of me.”

"Of course, it's someone who can successfully lead you to the island." Jeffrey smiled and left after he gave Liam his number. Liam brought Calum and Cirocco back to their presidential suite. Cirocco placed the photo from earlier on the table. All three of them had a solemn look as they looked at the photo. Calum was the first to say, "Sir, Jeffrey's appearance is too strange. I feel there's something off with him." Cirocco nodded and said, "Calum's right. I have that feeling too. It's too much of a coincidence. Also, his membership in the Darkveil Organization is very questionable too."

“He gives me these creepy dirty looks all the time and no one sees it – he did it in that meeting with all of my professors, like looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat, and mom just sighed and was like ‘oh isn’t he so nice?’” “What the fuck,” Jesse breathes, lifting his hands up and running them through his hair in a bewildered way, clearly starting to believe me. “Is it…is it totally new?” Rafe asks, leaning towards me. “Like, did this just start?” “Well, no,” I say, my own hands reaching up to play anxiously with the ends of my own hair. “he’s kind of been…creepy from the start.” “What!?” Rafe and Jesse burst out again.

Jeff exhaled slowly, “The cameras at the protest were tampered with. There’s a gap in the footage, right at the moment the smoke bomb went off. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.” My heart sank, “So we have nothing.” “For now,” His eyes darkened, “But I’m not giving up.” I stared at him, searching his face, “What are you going to do?” Jeff’s jaw flexed, “I have people looking for him and I don’t mean just security, I mean people who know how to find ghosts.” A shiver ran down my spine, Jeff wasn’t just talking about private investigators, he was talking about people from his past. The past he’d tried to keep buried.

The door creaked open. Jeffrey walked in carrying a bloody chunk of meat that was still warm. He handed it to me. “It’s deer.” I blinked. “You went hunting by yourself?” He shrugged. “I’ve hunted alone since I was fourteen.” We roasted it over a small fire. Silence enclosed us, thick and heavy. The only sounds were crackling flames and distant wolf howls. I chewed slowly, stomach twisting. My gaze drifted to Jeffrey’s torso, exposed because he had ripped his shirt apart to bandage me.