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I said again. Linda then sat back down, this time she started crying. "Hey, why are you crying now?" I asked, puzzled. "I'm actually uncomfortable with how I look, ma'am. But Mr. Chandra requested it. If I don't comply, he'll fire me, Ma'am." "Haaaaahhh, is that so? Wait a minute, don't tell me you're also one of my husband's mistresses?" Unexpectedly, Linda nodded, still sobbing. "Astaghfirullahaladzim!"

she said with a gracious nod, slipping easily into the role of the diplomat’s daughter. As the evening progressed, Celine found herself drawn into polite but shallow conversations about trade agreements and cultural initiatives. It wasn’t until she stepped away to refresh her drink that she saw her. Linda. The sight of her former rival stopped Celine in her tracks. Linda stood near the edge of the ballroom, her crimson gown striking against the muted tones around her. She was as beautiful as ever, her dark curls cascading over her shoulders, her makeup immaculate. A man stood beside her, tall and distinguished, clearly her husband.

I asked softly. That shit has been on my mind since Day one. "Yes, of course, if Verena doesn't agree you can be my model, now let's go in, am tired and sleepy," she said then hopped out of the car when a bodyguard opened her door. Nodding my head, I hopped out of my side, then walked towards her as fast as my little feet could go. Did I mention that Lisa McVey is a very tall and pretty woman, she's the only lady that I have met, that is 6'7

“Judy, pull up the photos of the homeless man incident a few days ago. Compare them with this woman and the high heels in front of her to see if they are the same person!” With a series of typing sounds, a few photos were pulled out. Soon, the comparison was completed, and Judy said, “That’s right! It’s her. This woman is called Adalind. She’s 23 years old and is 164 centimeters tall. She used to be a model. Last year, for some unknown reason, she retired from the modeling world. Now, she lives at 1708, 17th floor, House 23, Manhattan.”

Grumbled the career woman in her heart. The only daughter of the couple, Arnold Laurens Verz and Amber Natasya Loght resumed activities that had been delayed for a moment while holding back all the chaotic feelings that had been raging in her heart. When all was done, the girl who has a height of one hundred and seventy-five centimeters put her smartphone in another bag and as soon as possible left with both bags.

Let them look. My tacos arrived, steaming and golden. I was about to take a bite when I heard a voice. “The Lachlan heiress,” the woman said, with a strange smile. “I’m Linda.” I blinked, caught off guard. She stood in front of me, tall and sharp in a navy-blue pencil dress. Her lipstick was red, her voice smooth. She didn’t wait for an invitation, just pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. “I work in the marketing department,” she added, watching my face.

The plane landed, and the five of them disembarked. Lindsay led the way, followed by her W.R.T.L, her four bodyguards. She was already stunning and sexy in black. Standing five feet seven inches tall, she captivated everyone as she strutted through the airport. The most enticing part of her was her feet. Despite her tall figure, her feet were not big. They were slim and narrow, and her slender toes were painted with red nail polish, adding a delicate touch to their overall appearance.

She is probably not in the mood. I silently started eating while they are talking and laughing. Even the girl who I thought glared at me. They tried to ask me some questions and I tried my best to be responsive. "You are just nineteen?!" They stared at me with shocked in their eyes. I nodded my head a bit. "Y-Yes." Why? Is there something wrong with my age? "Oh! You are so young, then! Our youngest before was Britney. She is 24," Linda said as she looked at the girl who keeps on raising her brow at me whenever I answered their questions. She is the same girl who glared at me earlier. Or so I thought.

Leo replied, looking down at me. "And what are you, Ella?" Luca asked. "5 ft 2... AND a half..." I said. "That's a solid foot and a half difference," Blair said. At that point, we heard a car coming up the drive shortly before the doorbell rang. Leo took my hand and lead me to the door as Blair and Luca followed behind. I took a deep breath. Don't retaliate. I repeated in my head.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.