Novel & Cerita Lacey Duvalle 2023

Layla looked at the staff and bowed her head once again, smiling, before she walked into Asher's office. “Who is she?” James asked immediately as Layla walked into the corner. “You missed the engagement party last night, and I bet you haven’t logged in to your social media account,” Aria said, shaking her head in pity. “She is the daughter of Mr. Theodre and the successor of HighEnd Investment.” “Wow!” James opened his mouth in awe. “Had it been that I heard it from someone else, not you, I wouldn't believe it. Her life is so simple compared to some billionaire heiress.”

"I-I—" "Oh my word!" I looked to where the surprised voice came from, my gaze finding Frances's. She held her hands over her mouth and her eyes twinkled wth delight. "You're both claimed! This is wonderful!" She said. I shot a small victorious smile to Jacob before looking back to Frances. "We need to have the Luna ceremony Tate. She's claimed, you're claimed. This is so exciting!" I chuckled as I felt Tate squeeze my hand gently, probably to keep himself calm while his mother babbled about decorations and food and whatnot.

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

Layla Kingsley. Now my biggest nightmare.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“I am so glad you joined us, Shelby.” Shelby nodded and sat next to Alice before she was served her tea without sugar. Alice rubbed her arms and smiled at her. “I heard Lylah has an event coming up soon. Get me tickets, okay?” Alice said, and Shelby chuckled. Her daughter, Lylah, loved poetry and organized a poetry event for her ten thousand followers to attend, selling tickets only to adults.

"Did you hear what Weldinson said, Jay?" Jayden nodded and took his phone then searched for articles about Deluxe International Show. Sure enough, in every article Lea's name was mentioned as the model who had won the audition for the Deluxe International Show, but settled for first runner up due to the ribbon-cutting ceremony at the opening of the High Fly bar and Sky offering a higher fee. With a pale face, Lea opened her f******k account and her eyes filled with tears when she read more negative comments there.

“Alright, the girls who have dates tonight are Sophie, Chelsea, Isabella, Anna, Maya, Stella, Natalie, Heather, and…” Valerie paused, consulting her clipboard. I was hoping that she was going to say my name. Even though I had just seen Dante yesterday, I was hoping that he had more information for me about Layla’s death. Or Sara’s death and how it was connected to the governor. After yesterday’s discovery about how many escorts The Golden Hive had already killed off, I wanted to finish this mission.

Falcone smiling up at her as soon as she opened the door to her office she had completely forgotten about Vino's earlier conversation about her. “ We meet again, Miss. Evans ” Layla smiled up at Skylar who nodded at her and walked around to sit on her desk. Skylar glanced through Layla's CV in front of her, she was impressed with her education. Her father had really spent a lot to see that she was educated.

Rich, powerful, but troubled, she concluded. The woman was slender and had jet-black hair. She had on a strapless, flowing black gown with a tiny waistline that she covered with an overall black coat. Her lips slowly curved into a polite smile. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Duval. I'm Layla Al-Mansoor. We spoke on the phone earlier.” “I remember,” Seraphina said, nodding. “And it's Miss Duval. You can have a seat.” Both women sat down, and Seraphina crossed one slender leg over the other. “Before you state your reason for wanting to see me, give me a good reason why I should listen to whatever you have to say.”