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, I say through my link that we have open. All the men I have brought with me are familiar with the drill. No one attacks first. Eddie is harmless in a sense. He has a clean record. His mother is in a care home due to medical reasons. He has a sister who lives in Washington, DC, and a niece whom he adores and would probably do anything for.

How could it not be, he is the deputy captain of the men's basketball team on campus as well as the son of a '' sultan ''. In Indonesia, the term for Crazy Rich is ''SULTAN'' Edo is a BEM member who is widely known by students and teachers. No one doesn't know him, because of his *kepo nature and his self-intimacy. However, Edo is quite friendly, it's just that he is not interested in dating. The women he approaches, unfortunately, he often misunderstands because of his self-righteousness. Edo is quite close to Gavin and Ricco. Because of his nature, many assume that Edo is GAY.

“Shit—I mean shoot, Trevor, didn’t see you there. How you doin’?” “Good. I don’t hafta ask how you’re doin’, seein’ the smile on your face is a mile wide whenever you look at this sweet thing.” Eliza whapped Kade in the face with the tassel on her hat. He patiently lowered the furry pink cap. “True. I’ve never been better.” Kade’s gaze zeroed in on Edgard. “This is my old ropin’ partner, Edgard.” Kade gave Edgard a quick nod. “Nice to meetcha. I’m Kade McKay. Forgive me if I don’t shake your hand, I don’t have enough hands these days.”

“Noah is an adult, Mom. Let him do as he pleases.” “If he was with a girl, maybe…” Mr Gracias uttered, but was cut short by his wife. “Oh please, don’t start, honey! You said you’d accept him for who he is, as long as he’s happy. You don’t have to imagine him being straight. When the right person comes, he'll be just fine.” Mr Gracias shrugged and exhaled. “Fine. If you say so.” Eddy’s phone suddenly vibrated in his pockets. He pulled it out and checked what message it could be. He was pretty surprised to see it was a message from Natasha Jones.

Rakesh seemed to be connected to everything. "You're... my mother's father?" I asked him to confirm this information. I held my head and sighed out softly. He nodded and I looked at him with confusion as so many thoughts raced through my mind. Why didn't I know about him if this was true? Why didn't he try to contact me at all? And what didn't he want me involved in at all? What had Rakesh promised? I wanted to know everything. "I know you probably have a thousand questions," the old man said and then, introduced himself, "my name is Edward, but you can call me Ed or Eddie." He held out his hand to shake mine and I obliged with a firm handshake of my own.

"I feel like taking a dip." "Uh... sure." He said and began to haul up the bundles of reeds he had been pulling up. "You don't have to go, Eddie." She purred. "I know you've seen be skinny dipping before." "Uh... but I..." He felt a strange heat rise behind his neck. It was not like he was with a hot woman for the first time. Edward had been in the pleasing company of willing women for over a year now, being an outlaw kind of drew women to him, in every town or city the Gator Boys had run through. But here and now, he wasn't a Gator Boy. He was just Eddie, the hard working farm hand.

Edward raises his iPad up, which has an inscription on it. "You are drooling on yourself, Cecelia!". Edward typed, which was quite embarrassing.

“Enough. Eddie, you’re in a precarious position. The docks are a critical asset, and with Alexander and Ford gone, we need stability. Can you promise us that?” Eddie nodded fervently. “Yes, sir. I can handle it. I’ve already organized the shipments for the next week and ensured no one’s leaking information.” Samuel glanced at Edgar. “He’s prepared. More than Ford most days.” Edgar gave a curt nod. “We’ll see. Actions speak louder than words.” Eddie cleared his throat. “Sir... if I may?” Edgar looked at him, unimpressed but willing to listen. “I heard Cassiel was responsible for Alexander’s death. Is that true?”

“What’s your name? What are you doing out here alone? Where are your parents?” “I am not a child!” His offensive tone had a tinge of growl in it, it was simply indescribable to explain the tsunami of joy that was shaking my world. “I am Eddie Campbell, and I am here to surprise my mommy. And for your ice cream, I don’t fancy common things. My mommy says I am a special boy.” Eddie squinted his nose; he was pretty interested in me. “You seem to be a nice man. As I am in a hurry, I will forgive you. But for God’s sake, drive safely. You were about to kill a mother’s child.”

*Ding* The doors to the elevator opened to reveal the basement. It was not dark and gloomy like one would have thought but was a room that was brightly lit with elegant paintings decorating the walls. Part of the room was littered with equipment and tools for training, while the other half of the room had a large bed and some furniture. Seated on the bed was the man who had felled the dangerous Asmodeus and had driven the Herald of Lucifer back, Kaspian, and next to him was the woman who gave him the strength to resist Asmodeus’ charms, Kathy. The eyes of the two lit up when they saw the elevator doors open, and Kaspian could not help but smile when he saw the two men who were stepping out o