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Paolo told him. "Understood." Ryan answered. "I'll come with, Sarah will pay hard for messing with someone I care so much." Leo told him. Ryan nodded. "Please save Nixy." I cried while hugging Ryan. "I will save our daughter." He placed a soft kiss on my lips. "Are you two ready?" Justin asked them. Leo and Ryan nodded. Paolo and Justin opened a portal. Leo and Ryan walked inside. Leonardo I checked my phone and it was indeed yesterday. This is surreal.

I call out, while I flip to the next page. The door to my office opens, and Lobo’s shadow falls across my desk. I set my book down and wait for his daily lecture. He has been trying to convince me to stay behind since Leonidas told him about our new plans. He is disappointed that I was able to sway his King, though he would never admit it out loud. “How can I help you, Lobo?” He looks over my desk and cringes at the picture in the book. “What the fuck is that?”

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

Across the room, Mom and Dad's expressions turned grim too. Dad pulled out his phone and dialed the academy. The administrator who picked up explained that this was just a standard residual reaction to "Deep Behavioral Conditioning" and that it would wear off in a few days. He promised, "Rest assured, Unit 1314 is currently our most outstanding graduate. He understands the mechanics of obedience better than any AI on the market. This is all completely within parameters." Dad hung up the phone and relayed the exact words to Mom. Mom nodded, and they both let out a sigh of relief.

I was starting to get attached. She hugged me. " Don't cry dear." She continued with her patting. I cleaned my tears away. I smiled at her to let her know I was fine and done with my crying. I was getting really emotional. I shouldn't be. We continued with our knitting. "Luna Lyla, My Lady. Someone's here to see you both. She claims to be the little girl's guardian" a guard interrupted us. " Guardian? " We both exchange glances- confused.

I blink. "You’ve never seen someone cry from happiness?" He narrows his eyes. "You think people cry for fun?" I open my mouth. Close it. Decide it’s not worth explaining. "You know what? Never mind," I sigh. Tobias runs a hand down his face, looking five years old. "I thought I was about to witness an actual crisis," he mutters. "I am so not paid enough for this." Then, under his breath— "Fucking pregnant people." I shake my head, but my chest feels lighter.

"Ready?" He took his mark beside me. "I have to warn you, Robyn—I'm extremely competitive and hate to lose." His glittering eyes suggested this was about more than a pool race. "So am I," I shrugged. "You call go." "Go!" He launched with a tremendous splash.

This time, I did not turn back, but I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I had barely taken a few steps when a text popped up on my phone. "Yvonne, you didn't manage to get married again, did you? What a pity. It's okay, though. You can beg Nathan to marry you again later. The eighth time is the charm, right?"

"Who is she?" He glanced at it. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes before he said, coolly, "A friend." I kept my voice from shaking. "Do friends need to kiss?" "She's a Fremorian. That's how they greet," he said, deadpan. I laughed bitterly and pressed the point. "You have prosopagnosia. Tens of thousands filled that concert, and she was in plain black. So how could you spot her right away?" There was a beat of silence before Andrew said, "We grew up together."

“You guys don’t need to worry about me. “The money Ms. White gave me is more than enough to cover this bill myself, with plenty left over. “That alone is enough for my living expenses.” At that moment, a server approached me. “Sir, your 100,000-dollar bottle of wine has arrived from our headquarters. Would you like us to decant it for you?” Hearing the amount, Eliana’s face momentarily twisted in envy. She said with a sour tone, “You can put that wine back. There’s no need to open it. He’s a paid entertainer. His sugar mommy just walked out. He can’t afford it.”