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He said, “Aren’t you terrified? I’m telling you that even if you’re regretting this, it’s too late.” I looked at him gratefully before following his parents into their Lincoln. There were a lot of expensive snacks in the car. I was eating them by the handful. [Finneas looks so pathetic. Back then, James didn’t even eat anything to uphold his image. Even then, Adam and Mary were comparing him to Theo Swift.] As expected, after I ate more than a dozen snacks, Mary could not stand it anymore. She looked at me in disgust. “As expected, you can’t compare to Theo. That makes sense because I wasn’t the one who raised you.”

shrle finally replied chewing her food slowly. "Don't let that take your thinking she will be fine eat good food l'm very sure she won't be happy waking up and seeing her mom grown thin" He said. "Never thought of that but she won't be happy" Eva repiled. "So just grown big for her be her strong pillar" He said. "Never new you could be fit for motivational speaker quite good" James said after gulping down a large amount of water. "Must you always be crazy?" He asked.

***** MICHAEL James is riding a high. The success of his proposals to Haswell, his offered designs for the billionaire's City Project has left him in rare good mood. And it is fair comment. I know myself how many years of work he has put in to reach this point. He deserves his success.

James's birthday? Who invited such a big shot?!

“It’s a surprise. And by that, I mean, I want you to get the full impact of this particular sight.” A little mystery never hurt anyone, but the curiosity claws at me. So much so, I’m antsy enough to bounce a bit in my seat. Jameson chuckles and murmurs, “Like a kid at Christmas.” “Maybe I’m just trying to work off some of that dinner.” “Oh, I have big plans to help you work off those calories.” He gives me a devilish smile that lights me up. About as vibrantly as the sudden flash from enormous jumbotrons.

Chapter 75 The next morning, James was spending much-needed quality time with Ava in the backyard playroom. Indeed, his small girl's contagious giggles while driving her toy cars around on the rainbow mat did replenish this battle-weary soul. For some small, fleeting moment, he could persist in the illusion that the world wasn't shredding apart at the seams all around them—that he didn't have to be the inhumanly indomitable James Watson, corporate CEO and high-stakes combat master. He could just bask in Ava's pure, unconditional love.

Old Master Shaw said. James' eyes lit up. What did Old Master Shaw mean by that? Was that an acknowledgment for him? It did not seem like it either. The Old Master Shaw was a sly old fox. He was smarter than others. He was testing him. If he was just a little unqualified, the old man would be able to turn him into dust. For a moment, James felt both excited and also felt like he was caught in a precarious situation.

“Correction, we do.” Before I could ask what he meant, Misha was already out of the car. He didn’t look back, didn’t explain, just strode across the pavement with that infuriating, magnetic confidence of his. Sadie stared after him. “Does he ever just… walk like a normal person?” “Nope,” James said cheerfully, jumping out after him. “That’s my favorite breakfast spot. Best in the city. Also free, because Misha owns it.” Sadie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh, for the love of God. I keep forgetting your husband is a whole-ass billionaire playing Batman.”