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Elizabeth POV "Baby?" Christian's voice dripped with disgust. My feet stumbled backward. "Christian—" "Who's the bastard you're calling with a burner phone?" His tone was ice, his eyes blazing. "I-" He was moving toward me before I could form an excuse, closing the distance in three sharp steps. His hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face up. “Don’t play with me Elizabeth.” "It's... some guy I met on Tinder," | lied, forcing the words past my dry throat. "He promised to fuck me good. I don't mind. I couldn't wait to see him." My voice dripped with venom. "Since you clearly won’t.”

All messages from Elizabeth and the last one said. Elly: ohh you better not intend to back off from this, remember I have your signature, so unless you want to experience the life of a criminal, call me DAMN IT! Ohh shit, I had totally forgotten that I kept her number there.

"Both styles have merit.” “True, just don’t arrive too early, I like to prepare myself alone.” Buck raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Elizabeth's request. "Prepare yourself? What, do you need to meditate or something?" "I believe the princess values her privacy," Elliot interjected before Elizabeth could respond. He had noticed how carefully she guarded her personal space at the Academy, always choosing the most isolated corner of the library, always maintaining distance from others in the hallways. “I was just suggesting for your safety, the last wolf that came for a surprise visit ended up wetting their pants after one of my throwing knives when off course.”

She heard Elizabeth say as the latter walked towards her with a bright smile and two glasses of champagne. “I decided to save you the time of waiting for a waiter to pass by with a tray. So, I saved a drink for you.” Elizabeth chuckled, extending a glass towards Taylor. "Elizabeth Fairchild is a beauty! Not only is she beautiful, she also studied in New York and came out of medical school with flying colors!” “I heard she's a medical doctor in Beating Hearts hospital. Such a kind and pure soul.” Two out of the three women who had talked down on Taylor minutes ago, said, showing praises on Elizabeth.

The game has barely just started. In the calm flat, the gentle buzz of Elizabeth's phone is the only sound. She looks at the screen, hoping for a message from a friend or Simeon. The alert, however, comes from a gossip website that she has come to shun. Though unclear, the headline is strong: Rumours fly about Elizabeth Carter—what is she concealing?

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

Aleksander sighed. "Well, there are still a bunch of beautiful ladies around us. You have the looks. It will be so easy for you to end the night in a bed with the woman of your taste," Arthur's eyes followed a woman who smiled at them. "I'm afraid I have to leave you alone for a while, General." "Go on, then." Aleksander nodded softly. "There are wines over there. Loosen up, man." As the host of the evening began to talk about something that General Kius wasn't listening to, Elizabeth entered the palace entrance and caught everyone's eyes on her. The red dress made her the apple of their stares.

Wesley, prioritizing his survival, dusted himself off and hurriedly ran out of the room. Meanwhile, Elizabeth, who was recovering at the hospital, was browsing through the news on her smartphone during her free time. She came across the photo of Liam and Gwyneth passionately kissing on the plane. Upon catching sight of the image, it almost made her breath hitch in her throat. The information flooded in, and Liam's statement at the mansion's entrance shattered Elizabeth's concerns. 'No, I have worked so hard to reach my current position. If Liam doesn't divorce Gwyneth, I, Elizabeth, will always have to hide in the shadows! I want Gwyneth dead!' In the past few days, her calls to Liam were ei

I took a few steps forward before I sighted Elaine in the middle of it all. She had already gotten a strike from the board of directors; it wasn’t the time for any more drama and chaos. Elaine instantly turned to me, her eyes sunken in as she blinked. “I didn’t do anything.” I recognized the woman to be Elizabeth. The one who had caused an uproar in the media, she had instigated to the public that Elaine was barren. “I would have thought a man of your status would settle for someone more in your league.” She brought herself up and moved to me, “You need to discard her, she wants to hurt my baby.”

"Welcome to Scope. First time here?" She nodded. "Word on the street is you’re the man to see if someone wants to partner on something that doesn’t exist yet." I raised a brow. "You’re going to have to be a little more specific. We serve a lot of things that don’t exist until someone dreams them up." She smirked, clearly amused. "Fair. I’m Elizabeth. I’m a food writer. But I’m also working on launching something a little more...hands-on."