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’ The inspector crossed his legs one over another and gazed towards the ceiling. What is happening, he asked himself nervously. It was as if he was trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle in the dark. The newest aspect of this mystery was a troubling one. There was no plausible motive left for Anubhav to murder Esha. Anubhav had left a lucrative job abroad in order to be with the love of his life. Now she was ready to elope with him. Yet, that very evening they had a fight in the Bailey’s disc ... and somehow her sweater landed up in his room. The inspector punched a fist into his other hand. Nothing was making sense. The puzzle was definitely missing

"Who says it is?" Under Myra's stunned, uncertain gaze, I picked up the receiver and dialed three numbers with practiced ease. "Hello, 911?" My voice was clear, calm, and even carrying a hint of relief. "I'd like to report a crime. Someone has stolen my identity and payment passwords to make malicious, large top-ups on my game account. "The cumulative amount is substantial and constitutes a serious violation of my property rights. The suspect is currently in my home. Please send officers as soon as possible."

“Now you’ve got me intrigued.” My lips curved faintly. “Intrigued?” “How does a thief know how to navigate corporate negotiations and contract presentations?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Just because I’m a thief doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” I continued, “If anything, thieves are some of the smartest people alive.” That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and unexpected. “Is that so?” “Of course,” I replied. “You think stealing is easy? One wrong move and everything falls apart. You learn to think ahead and read people before they read you.”

“I suppose this conversation was inevitable.” “What conversation?” Sandra’s eyes narrowed. Suspicious little thing. For good reason. “A man has needs. Six months is a long time,” I said after delicately clearing my throat. “If you need to take a mistress, I suppose as long as the press doesn't get wind of it…” Sandra began, sounding insulted. “What if I was with my wife?” I asked. Sandra’s mouth formed a small O of shock. “You… what?” “I think you’re a very attractive woman, Sandra. No matter what you may have heard me say on the phone. I’d rather forego any problems with the press and simply sleep with my wife,” I said.

"I'll put a chance in front of you. It's up to you if you can take it." Shivers ran down my spine as I realized. This could be a part of his plan. "I heard from the Butler downstairs. He said you've gotten yourself a man." He turned his gaze to me and gestured with his hand, a smile seeping from the corner of his lips. "Is this him?" I couldn't tear my gaze from his even though I wanted to. There was just something about him that was eerie, and my guts were screaming at me to get away from him and I didn't know the reason.

After hitting send, I felt a wave of sadness, but I’m determined to get a new phone. “Oh, this lovely phone screen is broken,” I vented, but my frustration wouldn’t hold me back. I decided to check F******k and encountered the biggest news of my life: "Miss Anna is not the real wife of billionaire Adrian; they're in a contract marriage that ends after a year. Anna is a whore who forced herself on Adrian; he doesn’t like her." I know exactly who spread this malicious news, and I won’t stand for it. How dare they label me a whore? What crimes have I committed?

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event! The battle for campus supremacy! The showdown of the century! Lucas 'The Legend' versus Mino 'The Maverick' Lee!" The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the sound waves crashing against the walls of the gym like a tsunami. Lucas and Mino emerged from the locker rooms, their faces set with determination, their eyes blazing with a fierce competitive spirit. The game was about to begin, and the entire university was holding its collective breath. Who would emerge victorious? Would it be Lucas, the reigning campus heartthrob, or Mino, the challenger with a penchant for mischief? The world was about to find out.

As she stepped into her car, she received a call from her childhood friend, who revealed a shocking truth: Alexandro had not fallen into a coma due to natural Clara felt her heart racing as she hung up the phone. Don Rio's sudden appearance at the board of directors' meeting had set off alarm bells in her head. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right. She had to get to the bottom of this, and fast. Her driver sped through the busy streets, weaving in and out of traffic as she frantically tried to make her way home. She couldn't help but think about how much her life had changed in such a short amount of time. Just a few months ago, she was a sheltered heiress living a car

Her stomach tightened painfully. One of the men answered immediately. “We’re currently reviewing the CCTV footage to identify her.” Sophia’s fingers curled tightly against the carpet. The air inside the suite suddenly felt suffocating. “What happened last night?” Elija asked quietly, though there was something dangerous beneath the calmness of his tone. Another man responded carefully, choosing his words with obvious caution. “The doctor confirmed that someone mixed a strong aphrodisiac substance into your drink during the event.” A long silence followed.

She held herself with the cautious confidence of someone who was young enough to still be underestimated and intelligent enough to notice it. “Ma’am,” she said politely. “I’m Aria.” I returned the greeting with a nod. “Come in. What’s the update?” She shut the door behind her and stepped closer, clutching a slim file to her chest. “For Hartwell?” she asked. I looked up sharply. The name alone was enough to make my attention sharpen. “Yes,” I said. “Everything.” Aria nodded and opened the folder. What followed came in layers. At first, just business.