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“Damn.” What the heck was happening right now? Was I really watching this live? There really is nothing new under the sun. Erica pushed her chair back and stood. “Give me a sec, I need to use the toilet.” She mumbled out, then staggered off. I watched her go, before turning to Drex who stared back. “You think we should follow her?” He asked. “So she doesn't trip or something.” “You want to follow a woman to the toilet?” I made sure to express how dumb that sounded.

Eric closed the door behind him and fell into the leather chair. He stared at the drawing board and curled his hands into fists to fight the restlessness. He wants to be creative. He envisioned materials like limestone and brick, combined with undulating glass and sparkling smooth curves. Those images danced behind his closed eyelids at night, and here he is, the owner of the Dreamscape company, and stuck most of the day in board meetings. treat.

Just then, he heard someone call out to him along with a series of footsteps. "Mr. Win—Winchester." Darren's eyes flickered as he shot a glance at her. Erica was standing on the stairway with a tray. It seemed like she had just woken up as she was wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown that revealed her frail shoulders and collarbone. Her messy locks cascaded over her shoulders as she stared at him with a bare face. These days, she had been living a pretty relaxed life. Her complexion was tinged with a shade of pink as she had put on more weight.

Erica was afraid she wouldn't be able to make it out before Max arrived. Erica's heart raced frantically as she narrowly escaped danger for the second time. If she stayed here any longer, she feared she would die of a heart attack. As Max returned to the bathroom with the towel, Erica took advantage of the opportunity to continue crawling toward the door. However, her attempt was thwarted as Max and Kora left the bathroom before she could even move an inch. Why was Erica always so slow? Her body wasn't heavy enough to slow her down. She was physically fit and energetic due to her frequent runs and sports skills. Erica was agile and flexible. Yet, why did her amazing skills disappear now? Was

the maid informed her. "All right, I'm about to head out," Erica remarked with a smile on her face. Erica began going out of the room as soon as she had finished getting ready. The three maids trailed after her. When she emerges from the room, she finds two warriors waiting for her. When Erica walked out, the warriors all bent their heads. Erica was headed towards the hall where the Dance of Infinity would take place when two warriors came up behind her and followed her. She didn't pay attention to the warriors because she already knew where she was headed.

The car back was quieter than the morning's outward journey with the particular quiet of two people who had shared a few hours of ordinary time and were now returning to the building where ordinary time had different rules, and Eira held the garment bag across her lap and watched the city move past the window and felt the weight of the morning settling into something she would carry carefully because for two hours she had been a twenty-four-year-old woman in a changing room with someone who had opinions about her, not about her compliance or her yield or her contract terms but about the specific relationship between her coloring and a particular shade of green and about what a room would do

Daniela informed her that she would first have to check with her boss to see if he would allow it. Lorena kindly instructed her to tell her boss that she had come specifically on behalf of Bianca. Daniela nodded and a few moments later informed her that the man was actually willing to see her, but strictly for a few minutes. Meanwhile, up in his expansive office, Eric was intensely curious. He couldn't wrap his head around why a woman claiming to come on behalf of Bianca suddenly wanted to see him. He had zero idea who it could possibly be. He waited impatiently, and suddenly, the heavy oak door swung open. A woman of about fifty entered the room, possessing striking green eyes, wavy black h

“That would only make things more difficult for me later. I’ll stay here. Besides, Gisele is working here now too.” Almost instantly, Eric’s eyes shifted toward the small desk in the corner of the room. Although it was small and not filled with many things, a pink shelf could be seen at the front, along with a beautiful mirror decorated with lovely seashells. “I’m sorry, Eric, if this ends up making things harder for you.” He didn’t change his expression even as he shook his head. “It’s fine, Madam Diana. I understand it, and I’m actually glad.” Even so, Eric always worked very professionally. He had outstanding achievements, and I had also heard that he was trained directly by Miles’s fathe

Erica paused, realizing Candice's displeasure. With a hint of apology, she glanced at Candice, hesitant to speak. Finally, as Erica was leaving, she couldn't help but say, "I don't know why you think I'm close to Mr. Elysian, but I have to explain. We're not close at all. We had some contact before when I wanted to shoot a promotional video for Aether Corporation." Candice looked at Erica, her lips tightly pressed together. She remembered that when Erica appeared by Alex's side, Aether Corporation needed to shoot a promotional video, and Erica was one of the seven or eight models hired at the time.

Sadly, we cannot appraise Grace and Marcus. Darcy: Why not? “Duh! We need Grace’s samples for that?” Eric rolled his eyes “No one even knows where she is.” “That is not a problem.” Darcy pulled the pendant on his neck which was a small circular disc with patterns of the templar’s cross on one side and an inscription which read ‘Lost in love’ on the other side. He pulled a small mechanism on the side and the pendant opened in half reveling a strand of hair. “This…. this….” Eric kept pointing at the disc and stuttering without being to complete what he wanted to say.