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Instead I saw cold anger and maybe even hatred in his eyes. “I don’t know how I fucked up so badly,” I said to him. “Where were you Griffin?” he asked me. “Greenville,” I said. “What the fuck man,” he said. “I got a text saying that Damon was murdered not executed,” I said. “You got a text and you didn’t tell me!” he said angrily. “I broke into Chester’s house and found the documents proving it all. I waited, I was so angry so I started watching them. I killed Grant McClaren and left his body in his office for the Council to find, I tortured him first and he told me everything.”

Mabel beamed scarcely registering what I just said to her. Clearly, she hadn't spoken to Greyson much. Or at all. He hired an underqualified, inexperienced frump instead of one of the many, many ivy league graduates who threw themselves at him and assumed he still nursed a schoolboy crush on the former high school cheerleader. He didn't tell her I wrote off his mega-expensive supercar and had no insurance or job.

"Thank you, but I don't want to talk about it now, if you don't mind." She nodded. "I hope you can sort it out." I hummed, not sure if he would want to. "Do you mind if I go with you to the ball?" "Of course not; come on, let's go. Johnny and Ciro will drive there themselves." We talked about the mafia and the Gravanos. I found out that they hadn't always been the number one mafia in the world until Johnny took over at a young age and became the capo. Mr. Gravano had always been abusive, but since little Viona passed away, he became more abusive and even started helping their opponents. Something sounded off about how Viona passed away, but I decided to keep quiet.

After all, it had been a long while since the last family gathering. The Wilson Family was large and heavily reliant on Griffith's father, Stephen Wilson. He was a prominent figure in the business world and a womanizer. Griffith was his first child with his ex-wife, and he had two daughters and a son with his current wife, Mariah Arlington. Apart from that, nobody knew how many illegitimate children he had outside the family since only two of them were officially accepted by Francine. Since the power shift in the family, the struggle for power between Griffith and Stephen led to fewer family gatherings. After choosing Griffith to lead the family, Stephen left the city and moved to Portcheste

“D*mn it, who are those people? They actually have the audacity to ruin the host’s event—at a grand opening ceremony! Isn’t he afraid of being persecuted? After all, this is Mr. Larson we’re talking about. He’s the chairman of Violet Vision Media Corp!” “He’s also the owner of the Leap League Advertising Agency. They have a net worth of over a few billion dollars and they’re unfathomably powerful. How dare he crash Mr. Larson’s opening ceremony! He has a death wish!” “Hmph. You’re not very bright, are you? That young man is Hanson Griffin, and he’s a part of the Northmob Council. His father is Xander Griffin, the vice president of the Northmob Council! He’s incomparably more powerful than Za

Lewis would be sure to take you seriously. "Does that mean you're finally telling me that insider information about Barnes Group?" Grace pretended to be nervous so that Cameron would think she cared about the information. "Of course. But that would depend on how much of a rush you're in." By now, Cameron had mentally undressed Grace several times. "I'll teach you a lesson once I've had my fun with you, you whore," he thought. Frederick, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but find Grace and Cameron's actions suspicious.

I needed to know what had triggered him to kill Vendetta, his self proclaimed friend. I left Anton's office despite his protest and made my way into the cell, where there was a maniacal laughter coming from his cell. Obviously there was someone else in the room and when I rushed over to the cell room, Griffin was using a teaser on him. "Stop that Griffin!" I rushed up to Griffin and ya led the teaser away from him, while Ciro fell to the floor, still laughing weirdly. "What the actual fuck Elena? This dude deserves to be beating. He is an abomination on this earth."

Aaron gave his command to his werewolf soldiers while he clenched his chest and coughed blood. “How dare you!” The Elders shouted. “We make this possible to happen! Why did you betray us!” I looked at Griffin as he answered, “Because I realized…” he peered into my eyes and said, “I don’t want to betray the woman I love for the third time.” I was perplexed. Griffin knelt down and placed Aaron’s arm around his shoulder. “We should take him to the hospital. I will heal him.”

Wilson made a soft choking sound and whispered, “That was bold, and I respect it, but I am also very stressed.” Cameron looked at me again, and this time there was something in his expression that did not feel completely empty, something that almost looked like confusion mixed with something else he could not name. “That is an unverified claim,” he said, although his voice lacked the same certainty as before. “Then verify it,” I said. “Walk away.” He blinked slightly, clearly caught off guard by the challenge. “What?” he asked. “Walk away,” I repeated. “If I do not matter, then leaving should be easy.”

The latter refused to answer since he could not see Jared yet. Later, when Jared and Uri got out of the car together, Wilson jogged over. “Mr. Griffin, why are you here with Master Copeland?” Jared replied, “I was planning to take him back to the Arcadian Order, but we were on our way when you called to say that something happened. Master Copeland’s kind enough that he was worried about our safety, so he came back with me. So what happened here?” Wilson could not help laughing. “It’s actually nothing. I just wanted to let all of you know that I signed a contract for this plot of land!”