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Lockwood International was an umbrella of tech, logistics, gems and jewellery subsidiaries, each growing exponentially over the past decade. He didn’t just inherit success; he built it from the ground up. All while simultaneously managing to take his pack from an unknown name to the most respected and feared pack in the country. The more I read about the way his businesses had scaled up, the more I awestruck I felt. It had taken me years with Nate to just get our pack running and functioning, and this man had so many companies, most of them profitable, all while his pack also ran smoothly. Respect crept in where resentment should’ve been.

Inside the room, I found a small wooden table, a bookshelf full of books, and a comfortable armchair. “If it weren't for the dust, this place would be a perfect refuge for studying and reading,” I thought aloud as I examined the titles on the shelf. A book with a sturdy cover and a wolf emblem caught my attention. I tried to open it, but a lock protected its pages. I decided to apply some force, and it wasn't long before the lock yielded to my pressure. The title of the book was intriguing: “THE LEGACY OF THE MYSTICAL MOON PACK: THE RISE OF THE ALPHAS!”

He examined the lock and pulled a thin wire from the necklace around his neck, a tool Debra had never noticed before. He twisted a little, and the lock clicked open. Debra's eyes widened in surprise. "You can pick locks?" "A little." "Then why didn't you try the lock on the door?" "That door lock was too complex for me. Besides, you had questions to ask Ralph." Inside the box lay old account books, their covers yellowed with age. The handwriting was elegant and masterful. "These are the account books of my family." Debra's eyes scanned the titles. And there are books from the Potter, Houston, and Osborne families too."

It would not be much because they will just deliver until Wednesday since it's Holy Week. Lock down will be finished next week. What will happen after? Will GilYan’s Kitchen and GilYan for real continue? Maan decided to brush off her nagging thoughts and instead kept herself busy by writing down all her recipes in a notebook and thought of leaving it to Gil just in case he wants to continue their business when she leaves. Gil found her busy writing when he came back from delivering the orders. He did not ask about it and went up to his room to disinfect. That night after dinner, Gil prepared a mattress and pillows in the living room.

The risks were enormous, but so were the rewards. The document of ownership for Lockwood Corporation was a ticking time bomb. I knew that. It was only a matter of time before it was contested. Taking Lockwood public was out of the question, not with the shadows looming over its ownership. But with this offer, I wouldn’t need to go public. I wouldn’t need to worry about the document anymore. Once the sale went through, I could embezzle the money, and by the time anyone realized what had happened, William and I would be long gone, living in some faraway paradise, wealthy beyond our wildest dreams.

I'm gone. I'm sorry. I don't quite remember the circumstances that got me to you specifically. The day I layed my eyes on you in that pool area, I felt an emotion awaken in me. I felt the need to protect you. I always thought you needed me to protect you but, it was me who needed you more than you needed me. You completed me. You still complete me. You gave me a son. You brought out the best and the worst. Showed me a true purpose I would have loved to pursue: Having you and Mars and bein a family. So thank you for being by my side even when I was a danger to the both of you. Thank you for being able to take the intiative if leaving, giving him away to protect him. Thank you for loving me th

Marie Lockwood was a devious innocent looking woman who stole secrets from companies, using it as blackmail material, forcing these companies to sell off to rival establishments. That was how she had destroyed Marrish enterprises, and my only friend, James Sawyer. “Do you think she’s working alone, or she’s working for someone?” Roland asked, for once reading the room. I shrugged. “At first, I thought she worked for one Garrick Sloane, but he’s small fish, she’s the boss of everything –” “She told you this?” I frowned. “Garrick did, but he had no reason to lie.” Roland squirmed on his seat a bit, scratching the back of his head, and fidgeting about.

Without Ami to distract me, there was nowhere to hide from the storm brewing inside. As CEO of Lockhart Digital Entertainment, I had access to the consortium archives. I’d never had reason to use that clearance until now. I wanted records. Details. Every project, every transaction from thirteen years ago. But the system shut me down. Access denied. Again. And again. I could see vague project descriptions from that year, but the files themselves? Restricted. The firewall was conveniently selective it only blocked access to data from the year my aunt and uncle died. There was no denying it now. Someone wanted those records buried.

Lockwood himself. "It is evident tonight that these deaths are the work of the supernatural! And we won't stand to watch Innocent people of Covington get killed. I believe Sheriff Cosgrove was a victim of these monsters. And whoever is doing this is waging war that we cannot remain quiet any longer!" Mr. Conway blared in the large room dimly lit and filled with several antiques. Antiques she didn't quite understand. The skulls for example, which had a canine longer than usual. Then there were several daggers of different heights and indescribable writings inscribed on it. Books too, ranging from tiny to bulky sizes. All of them finely arranged on large shelves rooted to the wall. "Mr. Lockwo

“Sorry, I should have told you. Everything has just been so busy, I didn’t even think about it.” “It’s okay. I know all your current projects,” I reassured him. He placed a kiss to my knuckles. “Lockwood Entertainment has a few movies that are nominated for different things, the biggest being Westwood Lane.” I stared at him in wide-eyed shock. “You did Westwood Lane?” He chuckled. “Yeah. Adam’s an old friend of mine, and I jumped at the chance to work with him again.” He said Adam like it was nothing, but inside I was screaming that my husband was good friends with Adam Devonshire!