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Even Damien looked slightly surprised. At that moment, they all recognized the sleeping woman. Liora Morgan. One of the daughters—adopted daughter of the Morgan family and also the woman who had recently become one of the youngest directors in the Morgan Group. The woman whose mysterious relationship had set the internet on fire. She had been in so much light and on the internet that it was hard for anyone to not recognize her. The Directors exchanged looks as though they had accidentally witnessed state secrets. The pictures Liora had posted, their President was the owner of the hand?

The music wasn't bad, but Morgan would have preferred something with more of a country twang. He sipped his bourbon, thinking the background music was going to put people to sleep before they could sign their checks. Ah well, what did he know about business tactics and fundraising. He was a contractor. He knew nails and two-by-fours, not how to persuade people out of their money. Lily Anderson walked by on her way over to Jacqui and Morgan stopped lifting his glass to his lips as he watched her pass. I'm much better at talking women out of their skirts. I'll stick to what I know best.

"Oh, no. That looks terrible. I don't understand, honestly. Why do you have to fight unnecessary like this? Don't you know that people can die because of inner-bruised organs?" The unpleased voice complained again. Her hands were touching his chest gently, her eyes looked all over to see where else he got hit by Bernardo's body weapon. Leo felt his body heat up with just her soft hands touching and stroking his skin. His boxers got the bulge in the middle as his shaft expanded rapidly. Stella took a look at his upper body seriously and then when she looked down she saw between his legs, there was a big bulge there, she blushed and tried to ignore it.

Edmund panicked, his mind was not functioning well, so her asked Morgan to explain everything in detail, he needed to know if what he had planned was right or not! “Ok, so hear me out!” Said Morgan and started explaining his plans one after another. The first thing he wanted was to declare Lucy Tang dead in front of the world and perform the last rights as soon as possible, the body must be cremated so that no one could create problems in the future. ====

He just laughs and closes the door of his car. Looking at the crowd he was now curious why they are circulating that place. "What is happening in here?" Oliver asked the bystander to know something. "They said that Lewis Morgan of the Morgan Company is dating someone" 'Woah, that is some information to know' Oliver nodded his head and asked another question. "Wow, if that is true... do you have a clue who is the girl he is dating?" "Ah... if I heard it correctly. Her name is Jasmine Adelaide. You know, the girl who shocked the Entertainment Industry for sky rocketing fame"

I turned sharply, eyes scanning the darkness. “Liam?” No answer. Then, out of the gloom, someone stepped forward. Not Liam. Morgan. He looked different. Thinner. Older. His clothes were torn, his eyes hollow, but there was something in his expression I didn’t recognize, a strange calm, like someone who’d already made peace with a terrible choice. “Morgan?” I whispered, unable to believe it. “You’re alive.” He gave a small, humorless smile. “Depends on what you mean by alive.”

But those sounds… those weren’t mechanical. "Anyone home" I called out but no answer. I pushed the side door open quietly, duffel bag still slung over my shoulder, and froze. I couldn't believe my eyes. The bag dropped from my hand Bent over the hood of Morgan's favourite car—his mustang, was Levi—my own Levi. His pants were pushed down, ass up, getting absolutely railed and filled by my stepfather. Morgan’s thick cock was slamming into him, stretching Levi’s hole wide with every powerful thrust, while Levi’s face was pressed against the shiny hood, mouth open in a broken moan, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss. Morgan had one hand clamped on Levi's shoulder and the other gripping his hip hard

Her eyes travelled from Heath to Cameron, and landed on Rhett, her expression wary – and no wonder, Rhett thought as he followed her gaze, for both Cameron and Heath’s wolf was in their eyes. “Morgana Ivy,” he said to break the tension. “I should have known. I think on some level, I did know. I just didn’t…” “Rhett tells us that you draw men getting off with other men for a living,” Cameron grinned his leer, gripping his c-ck lewdly through his jeans. “Let me guess your inspiration.”

She dangled the phone mockingly before smashing it onto the concrete floor. The screen shattered. Not satisfied, she ground her stiletto into the wreckage, reducing it to fragments. My restraint snapped, rage boiling over, but Morgan reveled in it. "You're not just paying $500,000; you're going to grovel at my livestream, begging for forgiveness. Nobody messes with Morgan Lamb." The name hit like a thunderbolt. Weeks ago, I'd glimpsed a heart emoji with a "Mo" on Nick's lock screen. When I asked, he dismissed it as a client. Now the truth was undeniable.

Morgan hears through his Bluetooth while talking to someone else. "Well, I am ready for whatever they want. I just want Ivan. Nothing else," Mr. Morgan replies. "I assure you, Mr. Morgan, Ivan will come to your doorstep to marry your daughter. I will break him very badly and will leave him out of nowhere. Then that greedy bastard will absolutely reach you for your precious daughter," the person says from the other side. "He isn't weak, Damon. He is powerful. Don't underestimate his power. He is only 26 years old but has 80 years of experience. He knows what to use at what time," Mr. Morgan says, hearing the person's chuckle.