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Turning his head around, he stared down at me and declared, "Even though I'm your boyfriend, Estelle, I have the freedom to make my own friends. You have no right to control me. "Besides, you know fully well that my mom needs money for her dialysis treatment, yet you're using the two million dollars to threaten me? Doing this will only make me despise you even more." "Daddy's right! That nasty woman's biggest fear is losing his love! That's how she got played her whole life in the previous lifetime! Once Daddy uses the money to buy Burkcoin, the remainder of the money can be used to pay off Grandpa's gambling debts and Grandma's medical bills!"

[Okay, I'll take care of it right away. Fernando closed the phone slowly, his smile faint. By that time, Lucas had already dialed Miguel's number. "Didn't I tell you I couldn't help you with the loan? Why are you still calling me?" Miguel's voice sounded annoyed from the phone. "That's not it, Mr. Watson. The circumstances have changed." Lucas quickly explained, "Grandpa said we don't need that loan anymore. We can borrow a hundred million from your company, R Group, and you have to promise to give fifty million as an engagement gift. After that, Aunt Xiomara will get Joyce to divorce Fernando. Once the engagement gift is given, you can marry her."

The raw, volatile friction radiating off his broad shoulders filled the entire boardroom, his chest heaving with a slow, controlled rhythm under his white shirt. "My father is currently eating breakfast out of a plastic tray in a federal holding facility in lower Manhattan, Mother," Lucian growled, his low baritone dropping into a terrifying, animalistic register that caused the three London solicitors to subtly stiffen in their shoes. "And the wilderness taught me exactly how to handle an old wolf when she wanders into the wrong territory."

"Oh my God! This is insane! This is the plot twist we needed! We are going to raise a mini-genius baby who hates spreadsheets and loves glitter! You are having a baby! Are you okay? Do you feel weird? Do we need ice cream?" ​Elara let the wave of Chloe’s excitement wash over her, a momentary, blissful distraction. "I'm terrified, and I feel like I've been hit by a truck. And thank you, but no, Chloe. The father is the other bomb. It's Liam Sterling." She waited for the recognition to register—the name from the news, the man from the club. "And he knows." Elara quickly recounted the clinical precision of Liam’s investigation, the ambush in the car, and the devastating, clinical delivery of th

Transferred to Santiago Medical City and after treatment he woke up and his wounds on his face and whole body are healing. He was very happy when he woke up to see his Uncle Millano and cousin Carl. He is very grateful to his relative who took care of him. He did not see anger in his Uncle but love and hope in life. The topic about the incident was not opened and John Dave did not ask any more questions. But after a while Mr. Millano Villaverde spoke. "Son, don't worry about everything. About your case already settled. Thanks to the Figueroa family, they gave me information on everything that happened."

But you did. "I'm sorry it took so long…I didn't know…" "No." He raised a hand. "Estás aquí ahora. Eso es lo que importa." (You are here now. That is what matters.) He glanced at Leo, who was peeking out from behind my leg. "Y ese debe ser Lionel. Mi bisnieto." (And that must be Lionel. My great-grandson.) Leo stepped forward bravely. "Hi. You can call me Leo." Vicente crouched down with some effort. "Hola, Leo. Soy Vicente. Tu bisabuelo." (Hello, Leo. I am Vicente. Your great-grandfather.)

Amber doesn't seem to see my pain, she's grumpy. “It is because you are my daughter that I give you this opportunity. Although Marcus Johansen is a bad guy, he is a billionaire and the CEO of Citus. With your rubbish drawings, you won't be able to meet a man like that no matter how hard you work. Ernesta, this is what you owed Eulalia, it's only natural that you pay it now." “I owe Eulalia? What do I owe her? From childhood to adulthood, she was superior to me in everything, even the only cookie in the box you give her. What do I owe her?"

But his eyes—those striking, intense, whiskey-colored eyes—were a perfect, unmistakable replica of the man standing before them. Elias’s calculated CEO mask fractured. His breath hitched audibly, his focus locking entirely on the boy. He didn't look at Vivian. He looked at his son, the proof of his ten years of absence, and the truth hit him with the force of a tidal wave. “Leo, honey, this is… this is Mr. Thorne. Mr. Thorne, this is my son.” Vivian forced the introduction out, her voice barely steady. Elias remained motionless, his mouth slightly open, the carefully controlled world of Thorne Global collapsing around him. "Leo," he finally breathed out, the name tasting foreign and profound

Elyse assumed a haughty posture and spread her hands, saying, "I need money to raise a child, and I'm sorry to ask Randy for it. So, I'll trouble you to give it to me. Besides, I must have abalone and bird's nest for every meal. I can't afford to neglect the child in my belly." Lena was about to walk past her, but Elyse caught up with her. "Lena, your younger brother values the child in my belly a lot. If something were to happen to me here, do you think he would hold a grudge against you?" Lena's footsteps halted, and she raised her hand to rub her forehead. "Transfer three million to your original card. Don't come looking for me until New Year." Elyse's eyes lit up instantly, this was the

“Wow, she hasn't even given birth yet, but Mr. Hendry has already shown a potential future 4th generation heir. After all, the child she is carrying is the son of Mr. Aleandro Gilren, the 3rd generation heir after Mr. Cain.” Whispers rang out among the crowd while looking at Yuriel. They clapped lowly to welcome her. The reporters didn't want to miss taking her picture. Yuriel smiled awkwardly as she became the center of attention. Her hands were sweating coldly and she was trying to smile as many pairs of eyes stared at her.