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Isn’t she a loyal citizen of the Roman Empire the same as him? Helena looked at Ignatius as if looking at an idiot. “Roman citizen? Yes, Loyal? not so much.” Helena said defiantly without caring about the other people's identities as a police officer. “Mrs.Helena, can I imply that you have malicious intent and plan to rebel against the Roman Empire?” Ignatius said solemnly, but other than a stern warning. He can’t do anything to this psychic Level 7 power user like her. Helena looked deep into Ignatius' eyes, and her friendly atmosphere completely vanished. This made Ignatius' heart thump up and down in nervousness. If the woman in front of him wanted to kill him, It was easier than squashin

And she had shaped hers beautifully over the years. Carter stood before her now in her bedroom, as quiet as a shadow, exactly where she liked him. Never too close. Never too far. Always ready. “Well?” she said impatiently, adjusting her earrings in the mirror. “Tell me you have something worthwhile.” “I do,” Carter replied. “Dakota has been in contact with Lenora.” Helen’s hand froze over her earring. “Multiple calls,” he added. “A meeting outside the city. My source confirmed it.”

"Because I am done letting Camila—and you—use my life as collateral for your balance sheets." "You will fix this," Helena commanded, taking a step forward, her composure cracking to reveal the cold, manipulative matriarch beneath. "You will call a press conference this afternoon. You will stand next to Camila, you will announce a formal wedding date, and you will release a statement claiming this 'Selah' was merely an administrative liaison whose contract has been terminated. You will sweep this nobody back into the gutter where she belongs." At the mention of Selah being swept into the gutter, something dark and primal snapped within Xavier.

There are approximately four hundred women with significant American luxury real estate experience who have relocated to Europe in the past three years. There is no reason, none, zero, not a single logical thread, to connect this woman to anything other than what she demonstrably is, which is a very good CEO who does not want to be found. I put the photograph in the folder. Close the folder... I open the Carson Holdings European strategy document. I read six words. Close it again. Then I call Helena. "I need you to find out who attended the Hôtel de Crillon investment summit eighteen months ago," I say. "Specifically who interacted with the Bellamy Inc representative. I want names, I want ac

“This is beautiful. Thank you.” “My eldest daughter-in-law has been begging for that piece for years, but I saved it for you,” Helena said with a thin smile. “That’s how much I value you.” “I don’t hate Ethan,” Jess said, her voice smooth. “I suppose the stars just weren't aligned for us.” Just then, a nanny leaned in and whispered to Helena. The older woman’s face shifted into a dark mask, and she immediately excused herself to the study. Helena picked up the secure line. “This is Helena Moreau. I’m looking for information.”