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“I think we’re done here.” “Wait, you don’t understand—” “I do understand. And you need to learn when the negotiations are over.” Wrath consumed Noah, and his nostrils flared. “You can’t do this.” “Oh, I can.” Nathan’s evil chuckle echoed in the room. “Keep it up, boy, and I’ll make sure there isn’t an acre in Wyoming owned by a Harding. I’ll take everything from you.”

“Nathan... look at this.” Nathan stared at the book, and for a moment, it felt as if the blood in his veins stopped flowing. ----

"What?? You can't... You gave me your word." Nathan's smile grew even wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Yes, I did give you my word," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I have a perfect answer for your question, remember?" Mr. Daniel's face contorted in confusion, his eyes narrowing as he struggled to understand Nathan's words. Nathan's smirk grew even wider as he delivered the final blow. "You have your Phrase and Clause starting with the word 'Death'."

Nathan doesn't hold me back, but his eyes track me as I go, boring into the back of my head. And at home, the house is quiet, but my mind is anything but that. I'm walking back and forth in my room, repeating the words of Claire, the half-truths of Nathan, and the scrap I caught at schools on a "deal." What deal? Was it about the video? Something worse? Nathan's dodginess at the coffee shop only makes me more eager to know. I wait until I hear the front door swing open and shut - Nathan leaving, no doubt to find his buddies. My chance.

Thе room fеlt chargеd with unspokеn tеnsion. Nathan, having lеft Dеltrеy Hamеl bеhind and still rееling from thе shock of his wifе's divorcе announcеmеnt, changеd into a frеsh sеt of clothеs to composе himsеlf. Hе couldn't allow pеrsonal turmoil to intеrfеrе with his rеlеntlеss pursuit of thе truth. With a hеavy hеart and a mind fillеd with unanswеrеd quеstions, hе dеscеndеd thе stairs to makе his way to his wifе's company, NEWLIFE Pharmacеutical Group.

Valentino shook his head, lowering himself onto the ground, at the table, adjacent to the boy. "I'll finish this quickly—" "Take your time," the man sighed, leaning on the table with his elbows. His gaze swept over the books and something unreadable settled in his eyes. "Looks like you haven't read at all," he murmured, eyes still fixed on the books. Nathan shut his eyes, wincing internally. He hadn't open a single book to study since the school resumed, except for when he had assignments. "I've been busy," he replied, picking up a book and flipping through the pages. He stopped for a moment, scanning through a page, before he scribbled something on a pad of paper.

the lady collected the check, “thank you so much” ***** After tucking his wife into bed, Nathan picked up the journal from his briefcase and made his way into his study. He wanted to read it and be sure of what she had to say. Seated comfortably in his study, Nathan threw open the journal and began to read it. Dear diary,

No pressure. This also means Nathan Roldan is probably with you, delivering my letter. I know he's huge-nor-mongus (I declare that an actual word. Notify Webster immediately), but he's harmless. He's a gentle giant, honest to God. Without him, I might not have gotten through this adventure. You're safe with him. I have no idea what circumstances caused my death, but don't dwell on them, and instruct Nate not to, as well. They don't matter.

—----------Author—---------- Meanwhile, Nathaniel strode down the hallway, his long strides covering the distance as he approached Edward and Jenna, who were already waiting for him. His mind was still reeling from his kiss with Eleanor, but he ignored his feelings and concentrated on the task at hand. —------------------------------- ~Nathaniel~ "Edward," I called out as I entered the secluded room. “Alpha Nathaniel!" Edward said. He bowed before pulling out a seat for me. "The information that you requested." He went on and gave me a blue-covered file. Written bodily in it was Daniel Dawson. I accepted the file and started flipping through its pages. Daniel Dawson is forty-nine years old a

Kim hums at the end, trying to convince him. "It's a little intimidating," he confesses and I frown at him, silently pleading him to continue. "To tell a stranger all your secrets, the story of your life for as long as you've lived. Seems a little intimidating to me," Nathan's voice turns to a whisper at the end and he looks at me for some sort of confirmation or for comfort, I didn't know which one I could give him.