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she cackled after that. I turned my attention back to Dominic and slowly shook my head. “Aren't you gonna… s… say anything,” I stuttered, forcing my breath out. He heaved and ran his hands through his hair. At the very least, I expected him to look apologetic, to spiral and try to make me feel better, but he bluffed and flung his arms on Tracy's shoulder. “I'll be frank with you, Lena. You're boring. At first I thought you were the one… you know, my mate, but it turns out I was wrong,” he smiled.

he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken. I gave a signal to Theo, who immediately walked towards Mr. Martins and whispered something to him "CEO, just CEO…the CEO doesn't like someone talking all high and mighty about him" Theo whispered to Mr martins whose expression immediately turned apologetic as he turned around and bowed many times towards me. "I'm sorry Mr. Leonard…please forgive my attitude just now" he gave an awkward smile which made everyone to burst out laughing again. Even Amelia was laughing. This was so embarrassing "Please, once again, ladies and gentlemen…I present to you Mr. Leonard, the one and only CEO of 7ELEVEN corporation" everyone gave a standing ovati

“You know Lebron? Are you familiar with him?” “Sir York, Senior doesn’t know him that well.” “It’s just that Lebron is Lucas’s best killer. He’s really well-known in Mordu, so almost everyone knows him.” Harvey nodded. Brennan nonchalantly sat on the couch and crossed his legs. “Lebron is a retired King of Arms from America. Lucas hired him with a high price, and is using him to get rid of any form of obstacle that might hinder any plans.” “It’s said that Lebron has killed at least eight hundred people.”

He apologized. Not saying anything, Leo read through the content of the tablet. The caption read, “CELEBRITY FASHION STYLIST RUNNING A FINANCIAL RETIREMENT PLAN BETWEEN THE CEO OF ROBIN MOTORS AND SAN FRANCISCO FASHION STYLIST, ZAC LEWIS WITH HER SON, SINCLAIR."

“But count yourself lucky you're not his girl. Frat guys beat their girls." "Not my Donovan. He’s too hot for that," the tiny voice disagreed. "Don’t be fooled. I’m sure he beats his fiancée," the bold voice insisted. "No, he doesn’t. She’s so pretty," the tiny voice was still in denial. The bold voice laughed. "Lost cause," she said, and the tiny voice laughed along. Boma could no longer tolerate the gossip about her and Donovan, nor the brewing trouble in the upcoming election. The sudden disappearance of her urge to pee left her feeling disoriented as she quickly headed out of the restroom.

As she secretly wiped the tears streaming on her cheeks, her ears caught some juicy gossip. She pretended to be glued to her phone yet her focus was on the salon gossip. One of the girls bragged about dating a guy named Lebo. At first, Dinny thought it may be some guy whose name also happened to be Lebo. As the girl continued bragging, Dinny figured out that it was her Lebo she was talking about. This girl went on about how they hooked up frequently with Lebo and how she was disappointed when she heard he was getting married to some girl.

I heard the sounds of claps and looked up to see Enzo Romano, head of Il Cerchio Nero (The Black Circle) syndicate walking towards me with his goons behind him. He used to be my father's favorite ally until my father fucked his sister and now, he is always around me, trying to get me to turn against my Dad. Pussy wanted to use me to get revenge instead of doing it himself. "What do you want, Enzo? Now isn't the time."Maddox groaned and he laughed. "Please pardon me. I just saw something that might interest Lucien." He replied, and I wasn't a bit interested until he turned to Magnus, who walked towards him.