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Cynthia raised an eyebrow slyly and whispered, "Relax, Larry. Just wait and see." Then, Cynthia whipped out her phone and snapped a pic of the computer screen. After that, she aimed the camera at herself, her expression shifting instantly to one of pure distress. She even added a gray filter for effect. Her lips moved, silently mouthing, "Help!" My stomach sank.

“Alpha Regan, this is Agnarri. My men have been scouting the city for other healers who aren't working in the castle and we found her. She is of great talent and has great knowledge of herbs and healing rituals.” Regan rolled his eyes, that was what Ragnar had said about the last fifteen healers he brought to him. “She is also a witch.” Regan's ears twitched as he heard that, his eyes widened and he sat up, He shared a stunned look with his beta before facing the lady again. The last fifteen healers Ragnar brought were simply human healers and werewolves just like Shahera. This one might hopefully bring a positive result. He waved his hand to the table where the half corpse laid. “Get to it.

Finnian sneered at the almost trembling omega. “But, but she is a recessive omega who depends on pills to pass a functional wolf! Dint you say i was the perfect match for your son?” Regina spoke again he r voice rising with every sentence. This was the sole reason he did not like flings to last more than a night but it seemed Regina needed to be reminded of her place.

Silence on the other end. “Regina?” “It’s a business investment,” she said finally. “Real estate opportunities in international markets.” “Three million dollars in real estate investments? Without consulting me?” “I don’t need to consult you on every business decision.” “You do when it involves moving three million dollars offshore,” I said firmly. “Regina, what’s really going on?” Another long pause. I could hear her breathing, fast and shallow like she was panicked. “Nothing that would interest you, Alexander. Please.”

I didn't expect her to be this confident and come back here after all she had done. She must think I was in the dark; that I don't know anything about her involvement with Russo and what she was planning behind my back? Fuck! "Why are you so angry? I only want us to masturbate together!" Regina pouted as I pushed her away from me. "You think I don't know everything you've done behind my back?" I yelled, my veins popping. Regina shrugged, feigning ignorance. "What do you mean? I have only been attending meetings and all with the foreign traders and investors. Is there a problem with that?"

Regina tried to give her credit card but was only met with a response of refusal. “Our machines are quite disfunctional at the moment ma’am, as for now, we only accept cash or cheques.” the salesman said. Regina’s jaw dropped as humiliation finally hit here. It would seem that she don’t have any cash on hand and not even a cheque of her own. I took out my cheque book and told Regina, “Oh Regina, you should have told me you don’t have any money. Perhaps I could lend you for now and let you pay it later or maybe not so as long as you won’t ever try to steal my husband.”

Regina’s eyes darted longingly to the doors again. At that moment, she wished she had left everything the way they were, rather than diving into it without warning. She’d underestimated Rina, and now, she was going to have to pay dearly for it. But Regina couldn’t allow anything to happen to her career. It was all she had to her name and knew that she would be nothing without the fame that came along with it.

Regina clutched her phone nervously, a forced smile on her face. “Director Romero, I hear you’ve got a script and you’re looking for a female lead?” Paul narrowed his eyes. He knew what Regina was calling for, and still made it out to be awkward.

Lukas looked shocked for a moment before quickly composing himself again. “B-but it’s not possible. She hates us. She doesn’t even want to see me or her mother. So how do I convince her to accept you back, sir? And besides, you are married. What if the madam finds out about it?” I scoffed. “There can only be one madam in the Anderson family, and that person is Meadow. And as for convincing her, it’s simple. She’s your daughter, so you are supposed to know her weak points… or don’t you want the money? One million dollars can really do a lot for you and your family,” I said, twirling my pen.

He was just staring at her, his expression blank. It scared her. She let go and stumbled back, then pointed a shaking finger at him. "Is he Tristan's illegitimate child?" She caught herself and rounded on me. "Wait. How do you even know Tristan is the regent?" "I have nothing to say to you." I pulled out a salve and gently worked it into the marks on Caleb's neck. The comments rolled fast across my vision. [Isn't Caleb supposed to be the female lead's actual brother? How is he suddenly their secret kid? This adaptation is completely out of control.]