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she suggested hesitantly. My eyes darkened, my jaw tightening. The anger I’d barely kept in check now threatened to snap free. Beside us, Ross chuckled, his arms crossed. "Funny, I heard several young ladies congratulating Ms. Maurice before the auction even started. You didn’t correct them, Alpha Richard, so we all assumed it was true." His knowing smirk deepened as he cast me a sideways glance. "Were you not aware of that, Alpha Richard? What exactly is Ms. Maurice’s role here if that is not the case?"

Damien followed moments later, groaning her name as he spilled inside her, holding her tight as the water rippled around them. They stayed connected for a long time, floating together in the warm pool. For those precious minutes, the outside world didn’t exist. --- Reality returned too quickly. At 7:30 a.m., Marcus arrived with devastating news. Crowe had released a teaser — a blurred but recognizable photo of Kira wearing only the diamond lock necklace and collar, kneeling in front of Damien. The caption read: “Proof of Blackwood’s corruption of Richard Holt’s daughter.” The image was already spreading like wildfire.

By the time I got to the kitchen, Maurice was at the table in his school uniform, already done with his meal. It had been a year since he’d last worn that uniform, and seeing him in it again made something in my chest ache in the good way. “You look so handsome,” I told him, setting down his water bottle. “I’m nervous, Mom,” he said. I sat beside him and took his hand. “You’re going to be fine. You’re going to have a wonderful day.” “Promise?” “I promise.” I kissed his forehead just as Damon walked in, dressed and ready, looking almost as nervous as Maurice.

The crowd of journalists swarms the entrance right after Maura leaves, echoing their questions at a high pitch, shoving their cameras at the couple's faces, like they're some kind of criminals. Meanwhile, unlike those two who were being pressured with questions, Maura enjoys her limousine cruise as she hums a befitting tune of 'we are the champions' to herself. After a couple of minutes on the road, her car comes to an abrupt halt, causing Maura to hit her head against the seat as she bounces back and forth.

‘What the fuck! Only then, was Maurice able to catch up with one of the boys. He wrestled with the one who had collided with the egg vendor, in a bid to get my purse from him, but the kid was adamant. He punched Maurice hard on his cheek, making Maurice groan hard and almost fall to the ground. Maurice landed on his knees rather.

" Just then, Maurice's phone started ringing. Whoever it was that was calling clearly wasn't aware of how crucial the situation at hand was. Maurice took out his phone and wanted to hang up. However, his expression changed when he saw the caller ID—it was Deputy Chief of National Garrison, Howard Gibson. With trembling hands, Maurice picked up the call and politely said, "Hello, Mr. Gibson. It's such a surprise that you're calling. Please speak, I'm all ears." But at the next second, Maurice's expression dramatically shifted. Then, when he looked at Kevin again, his gaze carried a trace of annoyance in it.

"Maurice, I've just thought of a way to avenge Victoria properly: by killing you and wiping out every last member of the Driscoll family. That might comfort her a little." A flicker of unease flashed in Maurice's chest, but he masked it with a cold laugh. "Insolent brat, still acting arrogant at death's door." Behind his back, his hand clenched tightly, gathering violent inner force until his fist brimmed with power. Black energy swirled around him, its strength on par with Matthias'. It was proof enough that Maurice's martial skill was not far behind the so-called number one martial artist of Gabo Creek. Among the Three Titans, Maurice was known for his patience and cunning. He was the kind

I didn't care how she felt or what people were saying, my aim was to soil her name and that was exactly what I was doing. “Throw him out.” I heard Rose yell in my subconscious mind. “I'm sorry, I will lead him out.” Maurice said and that was the last I could remember until this morning when I woke up with a splitting headache. The moment I stepped into the living room, Maurice rose and then pushed his phone towards me. “Look what is trending.” He said, his face hard as a rock. Immediately I watched the video which turned out to be the drama I had performed at Rose company launch the previous day, a wave of anger washed through me.

He yelled, speaking to the crowd. "We don't want to keep living in fear!" Someone else within the crowd shouted, backed up with the choruses of other people. "The Maestro must be captured." "Killed!" The screams were deafening and the center of my head had began to pound with all the noise. The blare of sirens sliced through the tension like a blade. The backup I requested for had finally arrived. A black SUV rolled to a halt just at the edge of the chaos. The door opened and Chief Marcus stepped out. He looked as tall as he always did, grey eyes and had the weight of the city pressed into the lines of his face. He stepped on top of a fountain and raised a hand, not to silence but to steady

Max reached the stage and physically removed Marcus, who fought and yelled but couldn't break free. The crowd was silent, shocked. Samuel took the microphone. "I apologize for this disruption. Marcus Moore is grieving his brother and has unfortunately chosen to do so in a way that spreads misinformation. We will address his claims properly, through legal channels. For now, please, continue celebrating." The crowd gradually resumed their festivities, though the mood was subdued. Riley found Samuel backstage afterward. He was sitting with his head in his hands. "Are you okay?" "No. That was a disaster."