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Sergio pushed it open slowly, revealing a room filled with shadows. The sudden flicker of movement caught their attention. El Patrio, realizing that his escape plan had been foiled, had taken cover in the room. He raised his weapon, ready to defend himself. Sergio and Daniel acted quickly, their training taking over. They shouted at El Patrio to drop his weapon, but he refused to comply. With precision and determination, they moved in, carefully avoiding any sudden moves that could trigger violence. The standoff was tense, and El Patrio's defiance was clear. But Sergio and Daniel were unwavering, knowing that they had to capture him to end this dangerous game once and for all.

She shivered in delight, a smile spreading across her face. He trailed kisses down her neck, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her skin. She moaned softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He stands up. Eyes on her strip off his shirt and unbuckles his belt. He takes off his shoes and socks. As he slowly takes off his pants and boxer briefs, he smiles and bites his lip. That’s when she sees it—his big, beautiful cock, dark and hard and ready to go.

She turned and walked away, already losing interest. I exhaled slowly, my shoulders dropping as soon as she was gone. I bent down to continue arranging the items, but the moment I lowered myself, a wave of dizziness hit me so suddenly that I had to grab the edge of the shelf to steady myself. Not again. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, breathing slowly. In… Out… In… Out… “Please,” I whispered under my breath, my hand instinctively moving to my stomach. “Just let me get through today.”

Once one major investor started withdrawing, others would follow like dominoes. I pulled up my computer and logged into our financial systems, watching the real-time market data with growing dread. Our stock value had dropped another three points just today. Meanwhile, Fangshade Pack’s value kept climbing steadily upward, investor confidence building with every news story about Dorian and Lillian’s success.

Juno was frightened. “Ms. Clayborne, please give my daughter a chance. She’ll prove that she has learned from her mistake, and give her a reason to live! “Ever since she started taking dancing lessons with you, her depressive symptoms have started to improve! If you expel her, she’s going to lose the will to live!” Janice hesitated for a few seconds and relented, “Fine, but this is the last chance!” “Emmie, Ms. Clayborne has agreed not to expel you! Come on, give Mommy your hand!” Juno pleaded as she ran to drag Emmie from the ledge.

Others were so ridiculous that Emma had to physically stop herself from commenting. Then Sofia found something. “Wait.” She opened a thread. The post was buried deep in a chemical trading forum. The discussion wasn't recent, but it contained several references to Thanox. They followed usernames. Old posts. Deleted comments. Archived conversations. One username appeared repeatedly. Sofia copied it into another search. Then another result appeared. And another. By the time they had finished digging, they had three names. Three separate sellers. Three different parts of the world. One in Singapore.

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“That’s empowering.” Delia turned to her, invigorated by the moment as well. “It was hard, but it feels right.” As she turned away from the trash bin, a rush of adrenaline coursed through her. No longer would she be shackled by the echoes of a love that had soured. Delia stepped back into the flow of the terminal, and for the first time in days, her steps felt lighter. The chaos around her faded into the background, and her gaze focused firmly ahead.

I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “My vision didn’t come back that day, Sam. It came back earlier.” His eyes widened, confused. “Was it… then?” I unlocked my phone, pulled up an old photo, and showed it to him. A discreet snapshot I’d taken—A pack of Durex. “Sam, I saw this.” He froze. His hands dropped as if he had lost all strength. “Hazel… I’m sorry.” I gave a small smile. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Sam.” He couldn’t speak and followed behind me like a shadow as we finished the paperwork.

His face was expressionless as the old man gaped at him. “You can’t be serious?! Xavier never did this to me,” Mr. Papadopoulos argued as Zack shrugged. “Well, since Xavier had left me in charge of doing the business with you, it is within my power to accept or decline to trade with you. We do have other clients but since you’re a part of the community, we prioritize you at the moment. So,” Zack said as he leaned forward. His blue eyes were hard as Mr. Papadopoulos was staring at him.