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"I've seen more high-end stuff than you've had meals. This right here—" I quickly grabbed Craig's arm. "Forget it, Craig. Just treat them as fakes. They didn't like them and threw them out. If you like them, you can have them." Craig lost all interest in arguing after hearing that. He immediately scooped everything up and said, "Seriously? Jeremiah, there's a reason I've always liked you since we were kids. You're truly wonderful."

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

I snatched the cigarette from Jared Sheppard's mouth and took a deep drag. This was a move we'd repeated countless times over the past ten years. The mess stretched from the kitchen all the way to the bed. I often called Jared a wolf in sheep's clothing. He looked like a gentleman on the surface, but was absolutely feral when he was in bed. I slowly blew out a ring of smoke and handed the remaining half of the cigarette back to him, but he refused it.

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Sneering, I stepped forward and reached into his pocket to take out his phone. Lester tried to snatch it back, but I glared at him. "What's wrong? Deleting the video is better for both of us, isn't it? This thing can be a big deal or a small one—it all depends on what we choose to do with it." Lester understood what I meant. He reluctantly retracted his hand. Using face recognition, I unlocked his phone, opened his photo gallery, found the incriminating video, deleted it, and cleared the trash folder. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief and toss the phone back to him.

Just share him—Monday, Wednesday, Friday for Betty, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday for you! Everyone thought they were hilarious. I just sat there, staring at my screen while this sour, bitter feeling crept up and choked me. Tears slid down before I could stop them, splashing onto my phone. They were so in the wrong. And yet somehow, they had the nerve to act like I was the problem. How ridiculous. People like that weren't even worth my tears. I wiped my face and scrolled through the chaos. Among the trash comments, one caught my eye: [Can I be your groom?]

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

Instead, she snatched up a few crystal decorations from the stage. "You shameless tramp," she sneered, inspecting the crystal in her hand. "You're dressed so plainly. How could you afford these expensive pieces? You must be spending my man’s money!" She examined it further, then laughed coldly. "No, that can’t be right. Ryan wouldn’t waste that much on a seductress like you. These must all be rented, huh? Trying to fake wealth to fool Ryan into marrying you? Dream on!" With that, she grabbed an ornate porcelain vase from beside her feet and began smashing it—and everything else on the stage.

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