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the stranger asked. “I could be better…” I spat. “That’s true,” the stranger said, “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Karl.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Raphael,” I said as we shake hands. “Yes, I know. I heard a lot about you. Your reputation proceeds you,” Karl said, smiling. “Here you are. I thought you were coming later,” Allorah said as she put her phone away. “No, I came earlier,” Karl said, smiling warmly at Allorah.

I was surprised with how Karl speaks with him but he could not do anything as a mere secretary after all. I was about to interfere when Karl talked again, "Father asked me to meet the youngest of IC Group," I don't know why he suddenly brought up the blind date he's having but it is surprisingly effective. John Hulson removed hands from Noah's collar and looked... glared at Karl? "F*ck off, you bastard," "Say that to father's face and let's see who would need to f*ck off, brother," Brother? What?? Karl is a Hulson? A child from the rivaling company? Why the hell is he working for Noah? What is he, a spy?

“No, Captain Depay, this isn’t human...look well... this person wears exquisite cloths, did you check the cloth brand?” “There are so many brand of clothes in the world Captain Depay, that can’t lead us anywhere...” Different thoughts were running through detective Joha’s head at that moment. Suddenly he scrambled up from his seat and charged towards his bed. He went on his knees, bent and pulled out a carton from underneath his bed. Captain Depay just watched on wondering what was going on in his head. Detective Joha poured out the content of the carton and began to search frantically.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Stella turned around and saw a young man in a black hoodie and a pair of jeans standing behind her. That young man was almost a head taller than her. He had a rather skinny build, fair skin, big eyes with bushy brows, and a young-looking face. He looked like a university student. "...Are you Karl?" Stella asked hesitantly. The young man smiled. "Is it surprising?" Stella had never met him, so she said, "You look very young." Karl ordered a set of roast beef and pulled the chair before sitting down casually, "Don't be deceived by my looks. I'm already thirty-seven years old."

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Karl stood there, still not sure what he should be doing or even what was actually happening. He saw what those demons did to downtown. He couldn't possibly stop one if it showed up now and took over Jayden's body. Glancing over at Famallumi, he wondered just how much power the elves possessed. Gormec seemed to always have his giant hammer nearby, and while Karl had seen its power before, was it enough to stop the demons? There were only five of them against a demon like the ones who killed a witch and almost defeated his brother, the Warrior. Karl didn't particularly care for his odds.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

"We caught dinner!" "I caught two!" Carl announced proudly. "Dad only caught one." "The big ones got away," Karson said. His clothes were plastered to his body. His hair dripped onto the floor. But there was something in his expression I hadn't seen before. Lightness. Almost joy. "What happened to you?" I asked, trying not to smile. "Carl fell in," Karin reported. "Then Dad jumped in to save him. Then I jumped in because it looked fun."

Carla was unhappy, no it was enough to say she was angry. He said it was okay? What kind of a stupid answer was that! Does he know who she was? She was Carla Jones the goddess of all size 4 outfits. No matter what style, color, or design it was, she could sport it perfectly as long as it was that magical size and he said it o…kay?