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However, a blonde girl with sharp eyes sitting from afar spoke up, making everyone silent: "Freddy has only eaten white meat since puberty and the food he hates the most is food. English roast beef. Freddy has always had a very pleasant recollection of it.” “Deborah, can you please not mention that?” Freddy was a bit grumpy at the girl who just said that. Everyone tilted their heads to look at Deborah Kinghams - CEO of Howling Corporation. A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Deborah's face and Freddy's looked like two wolves preparing to play.

Fred interrupted. “We’re back like strangers, dude. Anyway, stop reminiscing about those, and I will get some fun with the lady right… over there,” he said and smiled. Fred turned to the other table and saw the black girl, eyeing Zero. “She’s beautiful. And damn with the boobies, dude. Seems like it’s cup Z,” he said and let out a chuckle as he looked back at Zero. Zero shook his head. “You’re exaggerating, dude. It’s just cup D,” he replied which makes Fred’s eyes widen in awe.

Xenoah smiled sparingly at him. Fans? "They are already crazy" he whispered. The man laughed and looked at me. An etchoserang smile flashed on his lips. "So Attorney it looks like the news is real that you're busy right now" that Fredd guy stated with playfulness. Xenoah laughed before wrapping his hand around my waist. "What do you think?" he asked playfully. "Oh my ghosh!" the guy yelled and stood up still fanning with his hand. "You'll be breaking thousands of heart Attorney" he added.

I saw Freddy, the man who had introduced me to the place, and wondered Was he Roxies protector now? Freddy was a very handsome man, Id give him that, and hed never had problems with women. Those brown puppy dog eyes and blond hair kept the ladies on a leash, begging to take care of him. I, on the other hand, had black hair, dark gray eyes and was so tall and broad women often found me intimidating. If the broadness had been fat, it might have softened my appearance a bit, but every inch of me was covered in muscle. I worked hard to maintain my health, and I didnt allow an ounce of fat to form on me.

I mocked and he glared at me. "Take that back" he commanded. "No," I yelled back. I pulled my tongue out at him and he scrunched his nose together. "Take that filthy word back, b*tch" "Never! You're a scared baby" I didn't bother looking at him after that because I'm hundred percent sure that he was sulking in his seat. Fred is my childhood best friend, assistant boyfriend and bodyguard. He made me realize all of his responsibilities even before we clocked ten.

"You got me outside—now what?" Fred freezes and sizes me up with suspicion. "What do you mean?" I roll my eyes. "Don't play dumb with me, Fred. You're not a human, are you? You were watching me too intently inside the bar with eyes said, 'I wish to eat you,' and you were even licking your lips." At first, Fred only stares at me while processing my words. But eventually, his lips turn in a vicious smile, and I'm not an idiot—as soon as feathers explode from his arms and he grows to double his height, I bolt for the village in the distance like a frightened animal.

Lennon initially wanted Frederick to spend the night there, but Frederick turned him down by saying he had other things to deal with. Frederick waved at Adam, and walked into an alley. After making a turn into a dark alley, Frederick's gaze turned dull. He looked down a little. "Come out," he said casually. A dark figure appeared out of the shadows. "When did you notice me?" The figure was short, and had a weird accent. "I noticed you ever since I arrived at the Campbells' residence. Skuira's ninjutsu is like a circus trick to me," Frederick snorted in disdain.

Taking a very deep breath in, I prepared myself mentally for whatever the day could come with, but definitely not for what I saw next. A cyber truck, parked in between two spaces, a guy with a loose tie, and one leg out of the door looked straight at us, behind his sunglasses. “I wanna pee.” Freda said, and scampered away with my bag, laptop and her own stuff too. So much for big energy.

I asked as I sat down on the couch with Zayden sitting beside me. The little boy was shy, as he kept hiding behind his mother. I got a good look at him once when Brenda pulled him to sit properly on the couch. He looked so much like Falco. " His name is Frederick." She replied a warm smile on her face. " Hi, Frederick." I gave the kid a playful smile. He lifted his small hand and waved at me. He didn't utter a word and just hid his face behind his mother's hand. " He's very shy around strangers," Brenda noted.

In all these years, I've seen Freddy only for a few times and those few times were enough for me to know why he doesn’t have a family for himself. He just talks less and stares more at anyone who ignores him or doesn’t consider talking with him. He has this dark three inch long scar across his nose, which seems like decades old. Long, uneven hairs that he neatly combs and the round thick glasses that he never takes off. Uncle Freddy doesn’t have any family as most of his blood relatives passed away long ago and for some reason he chose to be a bachelor and no one knows why. He and I didn’t share any kind of bond till now, he’s just a person whom I happened to know as a colleague of my father