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We're running toward each other. And maybe—just maybe—we'll survive what comes next. My phone buzzes one more time. Another unknown number: You made the right choice. But you should know—Richard's already in Vegas. He knew you'd come here. He's waiting. And he's not alone. This is going to get ugly. Be ready. —The Watcher The Watcher. The person who's been photographing us. The person who warned us about Richard. Who are they? Why are they helping? What do they want?

FLASH BACK (Hours before the party) After the shopping with Gracie, I had forgotten my purse in one of her package and so I was heading to her room when I heard a disscussion between two guards "Wow what sort of watch is this?"the first guard asked as he stared at the other watch. "It's not just a watch,it's has a tracking device in it"the one with the watch replied "Really! Where did you get it from?"He asked "Well my girl bought it for me, she is worried about the work I do and so she has bought me a tracker to reach every where I go"he replied "Wish I had a girl friend too who knows she might also get me the tracking watch"the other said and they walked off.

Even in his next life, to borrow from a mafia won't be an option. I walk out of the room and shut the door close. The watch guard beside his room door bow as I walk pass him. "Keep a close watch on him." I tell him without looking back. I walk down the stairs with hands in my pocket, a straight face and a blank one. "Seth should meet me at the office." I tell one of my men. "Ok, boss." He replies as I walk to the main door. "Uhm, boss?" He calls in a questioning tone.

The Wolfe name didn't just come with money—it came with a target on my back. I walked out to the car where Thorne was waiting. I didn't look at the cameras. I just looked at the platin um watch in the box in my lap. I finally put it on. The metal was cold against my skin.

Just silence. His fingers twitch, and as he shifts slightly, a glint of metal catches his eye. His watch. Antique. Gold. Timeless. Etched initials on the underside. A gift from Madam Farwell, his beloved grandma. “How will I tell her?” He hummed. He picks it up slowly, as if touching something sacred. He stares at the face of the watch. Then flips it over. The inscription glows faintly in the morning light. “To time, forgiveness, and those we love too fiercely to let go.”

He has men now. Could he be that he is as powerful as East? What is he planning to do to East? God my head hurt. I want to scream. I look at the watch, it is off. My heart kept beating loud. My legs are still weak. The three men are making me feel unease. Oh God. The light in the watch turned on. My heart skipped a beat. I looked at the message written there. It wrote, "I am watching you" Cold shivers washed me. God please help me.

He saw that Lexus had already gotten in the car with Bastian's help. “Bastian, report to me, no matter what's going on in this mansion!” exclaimed Seth firmly. “Surely if it has to do with Miss Stella.” Seth reconnected his sentence. “Alright, Mr. Seth.” Seth smoothed his hair, then got into the car. He took control of the car in place of Bastianーthe Lexus's personal driver. “Seth, you haven't given an appraisal regarding this Grandmaster watch. Do you think, I don't deserve to own and wear it?”

"It sounds funny Kayden, but the luck of the sixth sense does not always manifest all the time. Especially in real terrible situations like this." I sigh, my frustration threatening to rip out from me. Victor is kind of right. And I am not usually one to rely on luck, or on sixth sense. "Then what do you propose we do Victor? We are running out of time." "Well," he begins. "You will go first, just like you suggested. Then, I will come with the cops later. We will scout the place first. Here, take this." He takes off his wrist watch and stretches it out to me. When I collect the watch and look at it closely, that is when I realize that it is a smartwatch. A luxury smartwatch that does not eve

Anaya yelled, her eyes locked on the dark silhouette of Christ Church looming at the far end of the square. Vikram reached into his leather satchel, his fingers brushing past the cold glass of the vial before gripping the shattered silver pocket watch they had pulled from the underground vault. The metal casing was burning hot now, the internal friction of its forced counter-rotation melting the intricate brass gears within. He raised the watch toward the advancing line of shadow entities and slammed his thumb down on the master winding crown.

On New Year's Eve, she stayed in Marcus's room to keep him company and did not come home all night. At his son's parent-teacher meeting, she and Marcus attended together like a loving couple. Even when she traveled for work, she forgot to buy me a gift but remembered Marcus's measurements and bought him a suit. Whenever I questioned her even slightly, she accused me of having a dirty mind and insisted she was only taking normal care of him. A few days ago, I saw the purchase record for that fifty-two-thousand-dollar watch. I thought she had finally thought of me. Instead, reality slapped me hard across the face.