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With her box , just crossing the road without even looking. Is she that dumb that she thinks a car will stop for her at an express for her to pass while she can use the bridge to pass? Obviously, she's up to nothing good. He stared at the card the doctor had given to him earlier, Emma had the card on her neck when she was brought in. "Emma Adams... 19 years old, A full time Traveller House Maid. Originally from Russia and lives in Anapa" Waylen kept the card on his card drawer after reading it.

Emma scrolls down her inbox until she finally finds it. There's an email from Mr. Adom with a document attached, dated two days ago. Emma doesn't hesitate at all and clicks on it. The email seems to have been sent to Elly and another person, Mr. Rayan. The subject reads "Finalized Agreement Letter." It puzzles Emma a little because she knows for sure that everything was finalized two years ago, even before his wedding. So what's this new, finalized version of the agreement letter? Emma clicks the d******d link attached and skims through the document briefly. It only takes her a few seconds, and she already detects the misdeed.

Emma whispered across grinded teeth as she receive Alex hands. “You're so beautiful Emmaline.”Alex complimented sweetly. She smiled in appreciation. “I'm glad you loved it. You're not looking bad yourself.”that's absolutely correct. Behind those sweet handsome, innocent looking face hides the most dangerous Man. “I'm glad you like it too.”he replied helping her down the stairs. “Shall we?” ***

Emma visibly balked. Annabel and the others in the plane had claimed that vampires were vile creatures. But she knew that the professor and the others were different. Including the one that she had infiltrated his head when she had felt Freya’s fraying nerves. Yodah’s uncle. She had deducted. They seemed to be good, not evil as Annabel had portrayed. Or was she missing something? “Emma, are you okay? For a moment there, you looked sick.” Emma shook her head to her mother’s question.

Author's Note Hi my lovely readers,it's my prayer that you are all good. I appreciate those who have joined me on this journey of my emotionless Goddess.I have decided to make a few changes to the characters to make the story more spicy..our Miranda has Just turned into a seductress... We shall have others too. Stay tuned and see what graces us next. Don't forget to check my other two stories here: seducing My Heartless Husband and Lucifer's redemption.

Emma chuckled softly, her eyes now gleaming with a chilling light. "Even if you go, making the other party believe is difficult." Luther's eyes shifted upward. "What if Miracle accidentally leaks information?" Emma lightly tapped the teacup with her finger and calmly said, "Last time, she failed. She would have been discarded if not for the weaknesses I hold in my hands now. If she betrays me..." She trailed off, her lips curling into a faint smile.

One afternoon, I sat alone in the student lounge, scrolling through my phone, when Julius dropped beside me with a drink in hand. “You saw the announcement?” he asked. I nodded. “She got cleared.” “I know.” Julius sipped his drink. “They’re saying Emma forged her handwriting. And someone found a copy of Carolyn’s notebook in the council printer history. Mad stuff. Emma might be my sister, but she needs to leave Carolyn alone; she is our cousin.” “She really didn’t cheat,” I muttered. “Nope.” He turned to me. “And that means Emma did.” I didn’t answer.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

“You’re aware of that, right?” “Partly?” I said. “Okay good,” she said taking her bag. I frowned, wondering what she’s on about. When she doesn’t say anything for a good minute or two, curiosity gnawed at me. “What does that mean?” I asked. She pulls out a small handbook from her purse and hands it to me. I take it with my good arm, not wanting to strain the other one any further. “This belonged to Emmanuel’s father,” she said with a small smile. “This was…” she flipped the cover for me. “his business plan draft. Carried it everywhere with him. It was like a Bible,”

Emmy said, holding out the paper to Vera. "Did you do it right? Why’d you finish so fast, hmm?" Vera cut in sharply as she took the paper. She immediately checked the junior’s work, hoping to find a mistake to criticize. While Vera was surprised to see Emmy’s neat draft that matched her requirements perfectly, Anneke commented on Emmy’s clothes: "Hey, basic girl, all I notice is that same old outfit of yours. Do you really wear it from Monday to Saturday—wash, dry, repeat? HA-HA-HA!"