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I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up to meet Mr Brown and Ashley’s worried eyes. I laughed nervously, “I'm okay, just a bit lost in thought.” Mr Brown gave me a look that let me know he didn't believe me but won't press it. “That's okay, I was saying we need to get back to the court we've spent more than an hour already.” “Oh wow, I'm almost done.” I said taking another bite of the sandwich before sipping my cherry soda. Mr Brown signalled the waiter and dropped dollar notes way in excess of our food. “We'll be on our way, you can keep the excess.”

Something flickered in his eyes — surprise, maybe even vulnerability — but it vanished just as quickly. Before luna could say more, Maria appeared at the doorway, her tone formal. “Sir, Mr. Marcus is waiting in the basement.” Bryan’s jaw tightened. “Of course he is.” He turned back to Luna, his voice softer now. “Eat. Don’t wait up.” And just like that, he was gone — disappearing into the dark corridor leading below. Luna sat there, motionless, listening to the echo of his footsteps fading away. The sound lingered long after he was gone, like a heartbeat beneath the house.

Tristan yelled, Josh and Tristan’s hands colliding in a flash of plastered joy. The second point was given to them once again, forcing Jam to take a break to speak with his teammates. “Mr. President, not bad,” Tristan clicked his tongue. Josh rolled his eyes and replied with a cold tone, “Yes, you too.” Suddenly, the door burst open. A man in a tight black shirt with a muscular body and a buzz cut entered—it was River. Behind him was his stepfather, wearing a mask of disappointment and dissatisfaction, dressed in a suit that looked terrifyingly professional.

she asked politely. "Hi! Is Trevor already in? I'm her friend. I was so worried about his condition because a colleague informed me that he was hospitalized but when I went to the hospital, they told me that he was discharged already so I was thinking that he had gone home here. Can we come in?" "I'm sorry, ma'am but Sir Scott is not here."

More like a fiancee et business doll Thundering footsteps jerk me out of my reverie and I turn my head to the approaching sound. A tall man with wisps of gray hair deep lines etched on his face and sharp eyes that exude wisdom and wealth walk into the room with a big smile on his face. His gaze landed on me and he raised his eyebrow in recognition "You must be Laura. You're beautiful" he pulled me into a hug which I reciprocated. He let me go after patting my back "Thank you, Mr Fontaine. Your estate is breathtaking"

“But we have an issue that requires your attention.” I stood, straightening my jacket. “We’ll continue this conversation another time,” I said to Hardin, my tone leaving no room for argument. And I left the lounge with Mikhail following suit. "What's the issue?" I asked. "Your wife, Pakhan. She's drowning herself with alcohol." Mikhail said and I felt the anger radiate off my body, I moved to find the little witch.

she replied absent-mindedly, her muscles locking as she tried to stare at me but her eyes refused to leave the view in front of us. “Crystal?” I called out, my hand leaving her side completely. “Sir?” She moaned slightly then turned to look at me. My girl was so turned on that she couldn’t even think straight. “What are you thinking?” I asked staring intently at her. Her eyes flitted on the stage where France was busy spanking her Sub while telling her to not cum. Crystal seemed to be succumbed to a whole other world, her mind playing tricks on her.