Fool Me Twice Regular Show Novels & Stories

The first step of her plan was fruitful. Henry Cambert noticed her at the book signing. Now, it's time for the second step. She has to be more aggressive for him to see her more than a normal fan. Today is the first day of the second step of her plan, and she needs to make sure that everything will work out perfectly.

Hart to put on a show for her. Vivian reached for my hand, and her voice softened. "Let's set this matter aside for now. Once I get to the bottom of it, I'll naturally make it up to you. But first, you need to fix the mess in the company. Do that, and I swear I'll treat you right from now on." The phrase, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me," came to mind. I pulled my jacket tighter around me and began to question my own judgment in character.

A towering man, nearly two meters tall and built like a fortress of muscle, stepped into the room against the light. The moment Nathan saw him, his eyes lit up with glee. He hurried forward with an obsequious grin plastered on his face. “Mr. Morgan Williamson? Are you Mr. Williamson? Fantastic! “There’s a shameless fraud here pretending to be Mr. Brooke. Please, teach him a lesson—show him what happens to impostors! “Beat him to death for all I care. He has no parents and no background. He’s just a stray, despised by everyone.”

Mark teases, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's... complicated," I mutter. "Figured," he chuckles. "So, are you the second-chance mate? Or the rejected mate who's suddenly needed again?" "Let's just go with 'rejected and now much needed sister " I say with a smirk. Mark spins me around. For some reason, I giggle. The sound is foreign to my own ears. People are watching. And I don't care. "Wanna test his limit?" Mark asks mischievously.

I pretended not to notice, but I didn't drink it either. When she realized her plan hadn't worked, she came up with another idea—dropping toxic bacteria into my cup. This time, I picked it up right in front of her, feigning complete ignorance. Just as the corner of Maisie's mouth lifted in secret satisfaction, I raised my head and stared straight at her. My fingers loosened slowly, and the cup hit the floor, shattering as debris splashed everywhere. I flashed her a strange smile and, under her suddenly terrified gaze, screamed at the top of my lungs, "Help!"

"But your smart brain forgot one tiny detail. The tax fraud records on this USB drive go back seven years. That means the dummy corporation you used to send me that cash back then was also funded by dirty money. If you try to claim my firm using this contract in a court of law... you are legally admitting to the police that you started the money laundering yourself. You will go to a jail cell right alongside your pathetic father." Elijah’s confident smirk froze instantly on his face. The color began to drain from his skin, leaving him looking like a ghost as my words hit him. The victory in his dark eyes turned into pure shock. He realized that by trying to trap me, he had walked straight in

He opened his mouth several times, trying to shout at them to stop, but the vicious look in my eyes froze him in place. I chuckled and spoke calmly into the phone. "Mom, Dad, thank you. Nicholas was about to successfully become vice president, but because of what you just said, he failed." "What? Are you Nathan Rivera? How did you get Nicholas's phone? What did you do to him!" "Let us explain, Nathan. This is all a misunderstanding!" Ignoring their frantic excuses, I hung up. "Is there anything still unclear to everyone here?" I said, looking around the room. "The performance was mine. How it ended up under Nicholas's name doesn't need any further explanation.

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“Two thousand.” My head whipped around and there she was Sarah. Her red lips curved into a smug little smile, the kind meant to challenge. She didn’t even glance at the vase; her eyes were locked on me, sharp and deliberate. Fine two could play at that game. “Three thousand,” I said, my tone clipped, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. Sarah’s smile widened. “Four thousand.” I let my lips curve into a slow, deliberate smile of my own.