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"Mr. Rivers, just call me Keith. I haven’t had the chance to wish you a happy birthday yet. Seeing you reminds me of my own grandfather—it feels just as warm and familiar." Keith knew exactly how to sweeten his words, and he wasted no time getting on Laurence’s good side. Laurence let out a hearty laugh. "Good kid, you’re thoughtful. And to think you’ve managed to make our Stellar so happy—very impressive." Normally, Laurence carried a dignified air in public, but his attitude toward Keith was nothing short of pleasant. "You flatter me, Mr. Rivers," Keith replied humbly, flashing a smile. "As long as Stellar is happy, that’s enough for me."

"So, Mr. Jackman, you managed to become Mr. Zane's assistant and stay by his side for so many years not only because you're capable, but also because you're good at doing the right thing at the right time in the right way?" Keith was not afraid of being the subject of gossip. In the Zane Corporation, he was in a superior position. So, he was not afraid of anything. "Yes. That's also a valuable skill." His reply made Luna's mouth twitch. She then left discontentedly. After Luna left, Keith turned his head to glance at Xander's office door again. He was angry when he thought about what Xander and Abigail were doing in the office... He thought, 'Unbelievable!

Losing those pack members would always be a harsh reminder of the casualties of war. “I just want to talk to Phoenix! This isn’t that difficult a task to pull off, is she here or not?” Cher moved a little closer to Lance and Eden, trying to get a read on if this Eden was legitimate or being deceptive. Sophia moved in closer as well. That really set Lance on edge. It was not only his mother in the line of danger, but his mate as well. He couldn’t help but bulk up in his stance again. Now Kyle, sensing the shift in Lance, also had a definite change in posture. The atmosphere just got super tense, and no one seemed eager to back down.

“That I wanted this? That I wanted to crawl out of a hospital bed with half a soul left just to squat in someone else’s home?” “I think,” Keith said, eyes unblinking, “that everyone has a story. But I don’t hand out sympathy just because someone plays theirs well.” Thalia didn’t flinch. But her chest lifted with a shallow breath as she stepped aside. “Then don’t,” she said. “No one asked you to.” Keith felt something shift in the air between them. Something unspoken but heavy. He looked at her for a long second, then said, almost to himself, “You don’t look like what I expected.”