Novel & Cerita Gojo Comes Back

It wasn't until we were about to leave that he finally pulled a property deed from his bag. "This is for you," he said. "I accept my defeat. Consider it compensation for your emotional distress. Your name is already on it." I didn't bother with polite refusals. I took the deed, mumbled a quick thanks, and got up to leave. Jake scrambled to his feet, calling out from behind me with the one question he'd been burning to ask all along. "If you loved me back then, why did you let Brenda get to me first?" he said.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

Yeah, I know my cooking is delicious, but you don't have to make it so obvious that you're starving," I told him seriously, and he gave me a glare, so I quickly flashed a peace sign and laughed. "Why did you have to choke yourself?" I asked him as I gently stroked his back. His face and ears were still red from coughing earlier. "Why did you only tell me now that they're coming back?" Kenzo asked me seriously, furrowing his eyebrows. Like, what's the big deal, right? Okay, they're coming back, end of story. "It's not really important," I replied to him and returned to my seat, facing him. He didn't respond further, probably because he had no interest in Jiro's return.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

Mena was sweeping the floor while I wiped down the counters, her discomfort with my help painfully obvious, though I found it amusing. “Mr. Gojou doesn’t stay here often,” she replied, her words clipped. “He spends most of his time in Kobe, now that he’s no longer in charge.” I frowned, surprised. I hadn’t known Gojou had a home in Japan or that he stayed there frequently. His absence felt like another piece of the Morunaga puzzle falling into place, though the full picture remained frustratingly out of reach. I hesitated before asking about Suniza. Ryuu’s words from the previous night echoed in my mind. Selfish bitch. Not my mother. Those revelations had left more questions than answers, bu

But before I could say anything, before I could let myself fall into the temptation that Zion was offering, a voice cut through the silence. “Kei.” My eyes snapped open, and I turned to see Gio standing a few feet away, his dark eyes blazing with fury. The cold intensity in his gaze sent a shockwave through me, and I immediately stepped back from Zion, the heat of the moment dissolving in an instant. Zion didn’t move, didn’t flinch at Gio’s arrival. Instead, he smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he glanced between me and Gio. “Well, well,” Zion said, his tone light but edged with something sharp. “Looks like we’ve got company.”