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King who was talking on the phone and the wife run to him and give him a bear hug and smiled a smile he had not seen in a long time. Mr. King became amazed and asked what’s in the smile Rachel, have you worn lottery? No, my dear, your son has seen the light, which light? Mr. King was confused, let's go inside and I will explain kissing his cheek which excited Mr. King since his wife was behaving like a teenager.

Madison replied her. “Uh, Miss Selene… I just wondering, do you know Your Majesty is the king, right?” Noura was still flabbergasted by how she called their king by his given name. “Yes, I am aware of that,” Selene replied. “I just… it would be better you address him properly, Miss… I am afraid not every person is lenient when they hear you talking like that,” Noura advised. Selene thought for a moment, well… she was in the wrong here. She should not address people freely like she used to in her world.

"Sophia! Sophia! Where are you?" Marvin Carson, the heir to Young's Enterprises yelled as he called out for a woman named Sophia while placing his office bag on the dinner table. "In the kitchen, honey!" Sophia's voice echoed from the adjacent room, followed by the sound of clanging utensils. Marvin made his way towards the kitchen, still in his office attire, a grey suit and red tie. He found Sophia, his wife, busy at the stove, stirring a pot of creamy soup.

I said, trying to sound casual as soon as I saw him step out of his office. "Mrs King, what a pleasant surprise!" He said with a bold smile. "I've actually been waiting to see you," I muttered under my breath. “Can I ask you something weird?” He took a sip of his iced coffee and grinned. “You mean weirder than everything that already happens around here? Go for it.” “Do you know anyone named Marcel King?” Harry froze for a second but quickly regained his composure. "Uhhm...my husband had mentioned the name," I lied confidently. "His birthday is coming up soon and I don't want to mistakenly exclude any family members from the invite," I said, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

She giggled, then we realized we were probably squeezing her. "Good morning, Mr and Mrs King," I greeted them. "Oh please call me mum," Mrs King said with a very bright smile. Before I could respond, Drex voice came from behind me. He is a slow walker. "Hey mum, dad," He hugged his mum and gave his dad a hand shake. "Alright then, everyone, let's get going," Mr king announced. I guess we're all going to Have lunch at the kings mansion. Since the car that was brought couldn't really contain us, Mr king made us wait for a limo he called.

I mean I did see over fifty million followers on their social media but I thought it was just a glitch in the system. The glass door swung open and six men stepped outside. Even from this distance, it was obvious why people were making such a fuss. The man in front was the tallest of them, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that looked expensive enough to pay my rent for a couple of years. His jet-black hair was neatly combed back, revealing a strikingly handsome face with thick brows and soft brown eyes. Unlike the others, he didn't acknowledge the screaming fans. His expression remained unreadable as his eyes searched through the crowd.

He pushed Thomas out of the way only to be blocked by Queen Kennedy. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I need to get my wife to a doctor. If she dies in that seat, will you be responsible?” He growled, his voice so cold it could freeze an ocean. Queen stood head to head with him, unmoving, with a cold smile stretching her red lips, “You won’t be stepping anywhere, Silas. Dahlia will finish painting even if she dies in that chair.” Silas saw fucking red, anger blurring everything as he stepped close and was about to lift her by her throat and smash her against the wall when Edward rushed by his side,

King: If you ever show it to him, I will kill you and make it look like a suicide. Me: And how do you plan on doing that? King: I’ll tell you if you meet me outside in ten minutes. Me: What? King: What? Me: King King: Yes, Martian? Me: Why do you want to see me? King: To tell you how I plan on killing you... King: ...in detail King: ...with my lips Did the room just get hotter?

With him here, she would finally be able to speak out her mind. "You missed lunch." Mr and Mrs Lancaster got up to give a bow. Alexander didn't say anything to them. Instead, he faced his mother. "I had much more important things to do than have lunch with them." He said. Meanwhile, Helen noticed the king's prescnce and her eyes widened. She did not expect to see him. "The king is here." She said for her siblings to hear. Vivian had a look of shock and excitement. She thought that he had forgotten and had just remembered. The pain that was in her heart vanquished and pure confidence rushed in.

He didn't talk with me during breakfast for his secretary kept him occupied, explaining to him his schedule for today. I learned that Mr. Mafia King is not just a King in the Mafia world. But also a king in the Business world. He lives two lives wherein he barks death causing orders in one world and death delaying orders in another. Yesterday I saw his picture in the newspaper. I might have read it, too, if Bulky Chucky wasn't breathing up my neck when Mr. Mafia King left to attend a call he probably didn't find appropriate taking in my presence. "I am done, Mr. Mafia King." I almost snapped, making him stop in the motion with a spatula carrying a nice and hot pancake on it.