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Juanita replied avoiding Luis's gaze. Luis asked a couple more questions before leaving the room. There was something he wanted to find out. "Was Lily framed? The DNA match could not be wrong," he thought. "Well, they were watching her, could it be she visited those places and these criminals decided to commit their crimes to implicate her? If yes, the question now is, what was Lily doing there?" Luis thought as he followed Mr Smith to his office.

As she got closer, Amber finally knew who she was, and became shocked, her breath hitched. Larissa stopped in front of her with a smile. "Hi," she waved at Amber. Amber couldn't believe her idol was actually waving at her right now. "H-Hi," she replied. "What is your name?" Larissa asked. Amber blinked but decided to answer anyway. "My name is Amber. Amber Smith." Larissa massaged her temple. "Amber Smith? Sounds familiar. You must be the new recruit," she said and Amber's eyes widened.

" Smith's expression broke for a second. He let out a loud laugh— not a mocking one. "That's a huge question," he murmured, bending a little. "What are your names?" "I'm Liam, Liam Wilson and I'm lèa Wilson," she whispered, clinging to Liam's arm protectively. " And what is your mother's name?" Smith asked. "Audrey Wilson." Liam blurted out. Smith wasn't known for asking too many questions. "And how old are you both?" He asked again inquisitively. "Four" lèa shyly answered.

“I have to go now. The other men will be here any minute. It’s time for us to patrol the North border.” Larissa mumbled a cold goodbye and dragged the cigarette that had been on her fingers while she was on her phone. She flicked the ashes of her cigarette and dropped its butt on the dirty ground, stepping over it, not bothering to put out the light from her cigarette. She didn’t really like to smoke but she needed an excuse to be outside of the club where no eyes and ears would be watching. She pulled her cardigan closer to her body when the cold morning breeze hit her skin. Despite the humidity of the night, she shivered.

Savannah did not spare Jasmine a single glance. Her eyes remained fixed coldly on Liliana. Liliana felt a headache coming on. She raised a hand to rub her temples but still said, "Jasmine, it's alright. This is Mr. Smith's mother." Jasmine quickly said, "Ma'am, please have a seat. Mr. Smith isn't here today." "I know," Savannah replied, her gaze never leaving Liliana. "Liliana, you should know why I'm here today, don't you?"

"Diana Calista Smith. Damascene Smith's first and only wife. She was Lady Calissa Lianne. Keeping her private life under wraps, she went under the name Lady C.L. She left the spotlight and fame behind the moment she fell in love with Damascene Smith and started a family." I've heard of her…Diana Calista Smith…she was..Lia's mom. One of very few people who have loved her unconditionally from the start. The only one who didn't condemn her… Her sole support in the Smith family... "Unbelievable…wait…then she's…she's that girl's—" she felt something blocked off her throat, making her unable to continue her words. Her palms eventually reached out to her mouth, shocked by what she just realized.

New York deserves to witness the glamor that is Victoria Smith. It seems Liam has blocked me and after working so hard to get that bitch out of his life it has been harder because no matter what I do, she just won't stay away. She’s like a moth drawn to a flame and eventually, I will burn her to the damn ground. Seeing that interview Liam did to clear her name drove me so crazy I had to fire ten people that day!

the woman asked in the smartest tone. “I am here for a meeting with Judy Libby.” Larissa countered. “Regarding?” The woman asked. “A helping position for her class,” Larissa said as she looked at the woman who was looking at her again. “Is this a joke?” The woman asked, “Are you skipping your class right now?”