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Tammy answered. "We ? I thought me and you were having lunch together." Claire says wearing a disappointed look. Hannah looks towards me and steps on her toes to whisper into my ears. "Is she the Claire Anderson that cheated on you with Sinclair ?" I nod as Hannah withdraws and looks at Claire with a warm smile on her face. "Good afternoon, I'm Hannah Montiquez." All our gaze fell on Hannah. "Zachary's wife. I've heard all about you." Hannah says bubbly.

Pretending to be confident, Hannah said to Raina, “From now on, you have to find a way to monitor the Venzor family.” Hearing that Raina looked at her with hesitation. Looking at that, Hannah held her hand earnestly and said, “Raina, as long as you do this, I can help you deal with Charlotte.” The very mention of Charlotte’s name irritated Raina. And she agreed immediately “Okay, I can ask Dora for updates about the Venzor family.” “But you need to be careful not to blow your cover, okay.” Hannah warned. “I get it.” “Three days later, I will let you know what you do to next.” Hannah said to Raina before she turned to Adam. She instantly softened her voice on purpose and said, “Adam, can you

It was Hannah! Hannah was dressed glamorously, and she leaned against the banisters with an elegant smile on her face. She stared unblinkingly at Gabriella as if she was waiting for her. "So I wasn't mistaken. That was your car!" Gabriella paused, then continued going up the stairs. "Well? Are you standing here waiting for me so we can catch up, Ms. Bennington?" "Of course not." Hannah laughed, and there was a vicious light in her eyes. "I just want to give you a very special gift—"

"So, this is the famous Alpha's daughter? Mocking the voice, dripping with sugary sweetness and willfully false, Hannah's stomach knotted as she stood looking up to see a girl standing nearby, her arms crossed and a sneer on her face. She knew the girl-Amara, one of the more vocal pupils known for her knack at attracting trouble. With dark hair and sharp eyes, Amara had a kind of presence that demanded notice, though rarely for the right reasons. Hannah's face hardened, but she kept her voice friendly. "Yes that's me. Can I help you?"

Recognition dawns on her face. We reach the group, and Hannah tenses immediately. "Hi... Can I talk to you?" she asks a bit shyly to the girl, who eyes her up and down like Hannah is less than her. "What's up?" the girl responds. There is another girl next to her chewing gum loudly. I hate the sound of people chewing. Bleh. "Did you, by any chance, have sex with Ryker?" Hannah asks straight out. Better get straight to the point.

I responded. "And why should I tell you that?" He demanded. "You have no choice Nikolai, you know what I can do." I said darkly, a smirk making its way to my face. "Ahem." He cleared his throat straightening in his seat. "Well I suppose I could tell you what I know." Just what I thought. "Good, now go on." I signalled to Riel to take notes of things. "Well her name is Hannah, Hannah Anderson Yuriel. We don't see her out of the pack house much so there is little I can tell."

Hannah Six orgasms later, Hannah Morales sat in the lobby of the Everton Villa, sipping on a half-empty glass of wine before her as a means to evade the thunderous questions raining on her. Rachel has always had mouth diarrhoea, so much so that she didn’t know what questions to ask at what time.