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Wolfgang had told her that she had to act according to Jenna Marie's habit if she wanted to avoid suspicion. Selina put on a beautiful sexy body dress and left the house with her bag. Her essential job right now is to go out and spend money. --- Jenna Marie's mother is Adelia. She is over fifty years old but looks very trendy and youthful. It is possible to guess through the appearance of Jenna Marie, a beautiful and noble woman who is not easy to approach. “Jenna is out again?” The man who had just asked the butler was Willow. He is the father of Jenna Marie, and he is the chairman of the famous national corporation in the city. Although he has a lot of work, he always tries to spend time w

Cassidy concluded her rant, her hands on her hips. “Soo…. the little firecracker is on our side now?” Elijah asked with a chuckle. “Apparently. Our girl works magic that much we know.” I shrugged. “Who the hell do you think you are!?” Jane finally came to her senses, getting up and dusting off her skirt. “I know who I am. I am Cassidy London Summers. I am the daughter of Hope and Emily Summers. I am the best friend of Riko Shiraishi. And I am the girl that will kick your ass if you mess with my friend or what is hers again.” Cassidy snorted.

Jenna was transported back a few years to when her father was alive, when the family held banquets from time to time, and it was the same picture of a prosperous world. In those four years, she had fallen from heaven, suffered all the hardships of the world, and felt the coldness and warmth of the world, she thought she would never go back to the old days... But now this man beside her brought her the highest glory! "Am I right, isn't the woman next to President Adams Jenna?" In the crowd, Kenzie rubbed her eyes and asked Vivan in a low voice, "Am I blind?" "I doubt I'm blinking either." Vivan padded forward for a closer look and was sure that the person walking in on Berrick's arm was Jenna

a husky voice from the back said. Bryan stiffened. This was unexpected and he hated surprises. Could this be a trap? Yaeger straightened. “Present yourself.” The crowd parted, revealing a young meek-looking girl. The crowd buzzed with anticipation as she ascended the stage with small measured steps. Roy gasped. “Jenna?” Yaeger's eyes burned with fury. “Who are you?” “Jennifer from the Garcia pack, granddaughter to the pack leader.” Roy felt a shockwave of disbelief. Jenna was a princess?

"You're going back this afternoon?" "Yes, Father," Jenna nodded. "We really want to." "Mmm-hmm." Sienna added. "I certainly think you should visit your father as much as possible. And you haven't told anyone about this?" "No, no-one." Jenna said seriously. "And you haven't, Sienna?" "Nnnn-nnn." She denied. "You're a very good girl." Lucas told her. She really was, especially since the beautiful blonde eighteen year old was completely naked, kneeling between his bare legs and sucking his cock. She had gotten very good at it, pumping him into her throat energetically.

She clearly didn't expect me to talk, seeing I usually suffer from my selective mutism. Still, this doesn't stop her from smirking. "I heard you're dating Brandon Brooks. How did that happen? Did he lose a bet or something?" Jenna's friends, who are shamelessly eavesdropping, all laugh in the background. They are like a pack of hyenas; if Jenna were a Disney character, she would definitely be the female version of Scar. I can already imagine her having her own evil musical number on a cliff after sacrificing her own blood for a pair of brand-new shoes.

The games are normally about teamwork and athleticism but I have a feeling this year is much more than just that. I turn to check on the others and what they make of this short and unsettling speech. Sergei and Irina are busy talking it through using their mind-link, Anatoli just got up to get some food. Jenna just sits there, on her face a look of shock and disbelieve. “What’s wrong babe?” I turn to her and stretch out to hold her hand. “She’s my Mate.” She murmurs. “She, she’s too perfect. Her scent is a mix of mango, strawberries and mint, her voice is smooth like silk and have you seen how she looks. She is like a goddess, how on earth is she going to even like me!” Jenna whimpers and I

At the company, the person who also saw the trending search was none other than Jenna’s assistant. “Jenna is really amazing. She managed to cause such a great hype and gain more than one hundred thousand fans just by making an appearance on a television program. As expected of Jenna.” But didn’t Jenna hate to clean up the most? Moreover, her figure had improved greatly and she looked much more curvaceous now, as if she was a model who had been exercising regularly. Most importantly, why was the birthmark on her waist missing? Why did she feel as though something was very wrong?

She stood in her shimmering midnight-blue gown, her posture straight, her gaze locked directly into the camera with an intense, unshakeable gravity. "Good evening," Jenna began, her voice calm, resonant, and entirely devoid of fear. "For the past ten minutes, you have listened to the desperate fabrications of a fugitive. Alice Florence is a woman facing multiple international indictments for fraud, attempted murder, and corporate espionage. And tonight, she has chosen to desecrate the memory of a tragedy that changed my life forever." Jenna took a step closer to the camera, her eyes shining with unshed tears, yet her voice remained completely steady.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."