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Panicked, Yvonne said, "It's not permanent! I'll make him move once he's bet—" "Spare me," I interrupted. "I'm just here to get my stuff." I hurried to the wardrobe, but it was filled with designer clothes for Christopher. My clothes were stuffed in a suitcase and tossed into a random corner. "Shawn, please." Yvonne held my hand. "I know you hate this, but…" I flung her hand away and grabbed my suitcase. But before I could leave, I was hit with a push notification. "Shocking news! Erstwhile heir of Pearson Group signed confession papers, admitting his crime of stealing Leidermann Group's top secrets."

Women who are close to getting released are usually very weak and difficult to resist. "But, Mister-" "I'll double your pay today. Take it easy." I interrupted Aryo's refusal, positioning his hard-on right into Milly. Their long moans sounded harmonious. It was pretentious to refuse earlier, being brought together still won the animal lust. Half running, I searched for something in the nightstand drawer in my room. Taking out a strip of pills and some safety packs, condoms. I went back to see them still silent even though they were hugging each other.

He commanded one of the colleagues and they dutifully nodded without any complaint. Catherine could not help but wonder who this green eyed young man was that her colleagues could break the rule and humbly obey. " Here have this" He removed a bundle of one thousand dollar notes and handed it over to the lady taking her place.

The agent beamed at that, her tone warming again. "In that case, sir, you can put down a one-million deposit first. Even if your lottery winnings haven't cleared yet, you can arrange a bank loan in the meantime." Patrick and Emily exchanged a nervous glance, suddenly wavering. That was when I frowned and snapped impatiently, saying, "I'm starting to wonder if you really did win 50 million. Or are you just here wasting everyone's time? If you can't afford it, get out." Emily's eyes blazed red with fury. "Don't you dare spout nonsense! Patrick definitely won the lottery. He just hasn't received the payout yet."

AVA I sat quietly on my bed, staring down at the black piece of paper. Many thoughts raced through my mind. I gently picked it and opened it with a trembling hand. And just like my black box, the writings were written in gold ink, it was carefully written down like though someone in the Shakespearean era wrote it.

I lost my mind, finding imaginary birds circling around my head. “I could show you a copy of your transactions,” she began and my phone beeped. I held my breathe, refusing to check my email. “So I can't withdraw?” “No, Ma'am. It's blank.” The last word rang a bell in my ears. “Okay,” I muttered. “Did you know who came here to withdraw?” She hesitated for a bit. “Please, I have a bad memory,” I lied. “Sure. It was your husband, Mr. Julian. He made the withdrawal yesterday around noon.”

Because of amusement, he inserted a few dollars on the crack in the middle of my cleavage area. Suddenly, my eyes caught the sight of a very dashing gentleman sitting on the near couch. His face was somewhat similar to the man that I saw in the counter earlier but unlike the other who was wearing a simple hoodie, this man is in his formal suit. He looked very expensive with a golden watch on his wrist and the rings on his fingers. I knew that this man could possibly give me the amount I needed so I targeted him next. "Hey, handsome." I winked at him. I was bold to go and sit on his lap. His amused smile had made his features more dashing.

Derek’s lips brushed along my shoulder, hand firm, anchoring, steadying, holding rhythm as the child’s pulse flared subtly, alive, threading through every motion. A surge hit me suddenly, unexpected, sharp, power flaring beyond control, energy coiling, instinct reacting, body trembling, and Jax pressed fully against me, teeth grazing lightly, tail coiled tightly, growl low and dangerous. Derek’s lips brushed mine, hands pressing firmly along my sides, steadying, grounding, holding as energy spiraled, pulse thrummed, and instinct bent sharply around us. I gasped, letting the power thread, letting the child’s pulse flare, shaping the fight, shaping every wolf’s hesitation, every motion in the

And down below, as Amaka fell through the wind, she wept—not for her shattered body, but for her shattered heart. She loved a cheater. She wished she had turned away. She wished she had pretended not to see. But it was too late. As her body neared the hard concrete ground, her final words escaped her lips like a prayer: “God… give me justice.”

And with that, they would work together to make the Black Wolf mafia even bigger. And with that, the doubleshot mission, created by Jeff and Law, was also closed. The mission that was originally created to obtain a dangerous tool ended up finding loving and precious partners.