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I walk down the stairs and towards the smell of something cooking. I turn a corner and see a sight I would never forget. Alcander was with out a shirt on and has a kitchen towel on his shoulder. His sweats were low on his hips and all his back muscles flexed every time he would move. I suck in a breathe and slowly exhale. He hasn't heard me or smelled me so I walked towards the island and sat down in the chair. He was stirring something in a big pot that smelled so good. His shirt is next to my arm and I push it away. He smells the steam but snaps his head towards me.

His heart clenched painfully. “Cruz, you need to sit up and help us.” “He took her,” Cruz whispered sadly. “He did but we can get her back. Algernon knows people.” “My Russian friend is on his way,” Algernon spoke seriously. “I believe Liborio Bartoli underestimates who I am and what I do. I tend to lay very low and operate more in shadows. I have a very public image here in Europe which makes a good cover for my more,” he made a face, “illustrious activities.”

Chiara, this was no time to get horny, for fucks sake! “Lia,” I called out. Causing her to turn around, along with the people that surrounded her. “Chiara.” We shared cheek kisses, “You look stunning. Where did you get your dress from? I don’t think I know that brand.” Her eyes narrowed at my dress. I stood between the crowds and twirled around. No, actually, showing off. “That is because only one brand can make such a dress, the iconic Vittoria De Babesy.” Gasps erupted.

And the master simply could not understand her. “All right,” he answered grumblingly, “I know who to recommend you to in Italy. There is a troublemaker there who, by a strange coincidence, considers me his friend. Master Giovanni Spagnoli is still an inventor and loves to shock the public with his novelties. You're just right for him, soul mate. Will you let him send him some of your sketches? “Yes, master, of course, send it,” Alina did not expect such a quick decision to find a mentor in Thalia, but nevertheless clarified, “and if he agrees, where does he live?” And how long do I have to wait for his answer?

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Brandon replied, glancing around to remember if he had packed his sunscreen. Britney sighed. “Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean. I don’t understand why he needs you for this trip.” “I’m his assistant,” Brandon reminded her. Britney huffed, skepticism clear in her eyes. “What will you be assisting him with during business negotiations at some fancy Italian mansion?” Brandon shrugged, trying to mask his own confusion since learning the trip details from Becky—that they would be staying at Aldo Massimo’s luxurious villa on one of Italy’s rare landscapes during the negotiations.

“Anyway, speaking of my birthday—I’m inviting you.” “Sure. When is it?” Alia asked. “Tonight,” he said. “Give me your home address and I’ll have someone deliver your invitation.” “Alright,” she agreed. “Thanks again, old man.” “Sure, no problem. Call me anytime on this number if you need more rare ingredients,” he said. “Of course.” Alia ended the call. After ending the call, Alia finished her meal and returned to browsing locations for her shop on her phone. She already secured a fragrance supplier; now she needed the perfect place to open.

I did find signs that Katalina went through a border town, but after crossing to the next country, her traces disappeared completely. Meanwhile, getting back to the office, I found my desk filled with responsibilities that threatened to submerge me in work for the rest of the year. Meaning that I have used up the time I can set aside to find Katalina. Yet Salvatore deemed it alright to add to my burdens. Isn't it obvious that he didn't want me to go look for her? I am beginning to feel like I should run away. The Malibourn project is the first phase of the contract we signed with the Alkim group of companies. It is simple automated real estate. To facilitate our cooperation with the Alkims,

Elian turned the screen. A roster. Of children. Lucien read the names. None meant anything until he saw the last one. Lucio Vale Marchesi. File active. His stomach turned. “Someone reactivated the project,” Elian whispered. “And they’re starting with him.” Back in Trieste, Seraphina approached the Albani estate’s library entrance. She knew Leticia would be there. The last Albani heir always did favor theatrics. When she pushed the doors open, the scent of aged paper and lilac perfume hit her like memory.

With that, Fabios stepped out into the rain. An hour later... "Still no sign of him?" Arzia asked. "No, sire," one of his men replied. "They haven’t found him yet." "What a pain," Arzia muttered. "I didn’t think he’d be this much trouble. And that speed of his… it’s incredible." "Could that be the reason for the attack?" One of his men asked. "Hmm… I don’t know. But an order is an order. That is the duty of an Elite Alpha." Arzia’s gaze darkened. "Tell my daughter we’re leaving. The rain has stopped."