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A few minutes later, the glass doors opened. Ethan Hale entered without an entourage. That surprised me first. Men with far less power usually surrounded themselves with assistants and security, as if the number of people following them proved their importance. Ethan walked into the room with only one man carrying a leather folder behind him. He looked to be in his early thirties, tall and broad-shouldered, with dark blond hair and calm grey eyes that moved around the room with quiet attention. His charcoal suit was undoubtedly expensive, but he wore it without appearing as though he needed anyone to notice.

She came into her room started to prepare for night out. ... At the other end of the city, Mr. Secretary came in front of a big mansion. He was happy, sad, and confused. The guards at the gate saw him and were shocked. Their expressionless and strict boss was actually crying. Even a single drop of tear from his eyes was enough for them to consider it as crying. They bowed to him and when he was about to enter, his phone rang. He picked up, "Master,"

Uncle William asked the question that was on everyone’s mind. “Because I’ve been living a double life for too long.” Everyone was confused by his frank answer. “Double life?” Madelyn echoed. “Yes, the truth is that I’m not actually a bodyguard or head of security.” They shared looks, but no one said a word, waiting for him to continue, “I was never a gambler, yes I spent a lot of time at the casino, but that’s because I was a back-office employee and I worked the afternoon shift.” Aunt Eleanor shook her head, unwilling to believe what he was saying.

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

my secretary said we he stood in front of a building. A guy opened the car door and got into the car . "This is her wallet and her money is still intact" the man said and I took Emily Wallet the from him. "Give him the money"I said and immediately my secretary gave him the brief case filled with money. "I will double that as long as you keep this a secret, no one, most especially the lady you stole from should know about this " i said "Yes sir, she won't ever find out" the man replied as he left the car.

However, when he saw a man arriving, his expression immediately changed, and he looked down. North remained clueless. “What is it? Is this some kind of trade secret? Can’t you tell me?” “Ms. North, you can always ask me.” North heard a gentlemanly voice. Although Gerald sounded gentle, his voice was devoid of any emotions. It exuded a sense of majesty that belonged to someone superior. The manager knew well that Gerald’s gentleness was only skin-deep. He dared not offend Gerald. The manager quickly said, “Mr. G, here you are. I’ll excuse myself first.”

“at least not one that can send me to jail.’” “I do not know your definition of secret, but I think it is a fact that people are privy to. Don’t you think?” she tightened her hold on her glass. “People are privy to the fact that you do drugs and that you are addicted to heroin.” she choked on her drink. “That’s a lie! I don’t do drugs!” Relaxing back, I observed her with a senile smile. “I am a man who is not easily deceived. Which means I have something that really proves that you indeed do drugs.”

—flashed in his gaze before he masked it with his usual cold exterior. He turned back to the man and said, “We’ll discuss the details in the next meeting.” The man nodded, shook Gerald’s hand once more, and walked past me without a second glance. Gerald’s voice was sharp as he addressed his secretary. “Leave us.” The woman didn’t question him. She simply nodded and shut the door behind her. And then—it was just the two of us. A heavy silence filled the space. Gerald leaned against his desk, crossing his arms as he scanned me from head to toe.

I go into the panic room and shut the door. I hear the office door open, and the three men begin to go through the office. "Where is she?" Mr. David calls out in anger. I am not sure I can trust him, either. I open the floor of the panic room, revealing the safe. I put the key into the safe and open it. I reach in and pull out a bag of money, a new ID for me, and a credit card. I have a feeling I might be on the run for a while.

He has nothing to be ashamed of. The young man raised his eyebrow when his secretary entered, quickly avoiding eye contact. What the fuck? Is he gay? "Are you gay, Tristan?" he asked his secretary while holding himself. Tristan gulped before shaking his head. "N-no sir-" "Then what the fuck are you still doing? Remove and kick this pathetic woman out of my sight. I don't want her anymore -" "Ashton! You can't do this to me!" The woman, whose name he did not know, responded tearfully.