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“It is a boy named Nate. He works at the deli on the corner.” “That is nice. Really nice.” She throws another glance into Mr. Storm's office. “Well. I better be off.” She says and hurries away. Well. That was weird. She’s usually much more cheerful. I shake my head as I look at the retreating back of Barbra. Then I pick up Mr. Storm's coffee and enter his office.

Exhausted, shivering, and completely broken, I pushed open the door of a quiet, low-lit bar on the edge of the legal district. I collapsed onto a stool at the far end of the counter, my wet hair sticking to my face. The bartender took one look at my drenched, miserable frame and walked over. I looked up at him with red, swollen eyes. “Give me something strong,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “And leave the bottle.” He didn't ask questions. He just poured a dark amber liquid into a glass. I grabbed it and downed it in one breath. It burned my throat, but it felt good.

MBA come to me. I look back at the bar and take another drink. God, I hate gin. It tastes like I'm sipping the blood of a Christmas tree. When Mr. MBA gets over here, maybe I'll ask him to order me my usual lager. But a full minute passes, and no one appears at my shoulder. I glance down the bar again. Mr. MBA is still drumming his fingers against his glass, and now he seems to be studying the rows of bottles behind the bar.

That would kill all hope of finding any clues along the way to the end. “Understandable. Oh, I came to find you to tell you to look more closely at those hunter types. They came off very sketchy to me. One of them was practically climbing the walls and fences to mess around with the bar owner. Something about a score to settle.” Grace, thankful to Bart’s great relief, changed the subject to something else that was important. “I plan to. Did you get a name?” Bart still had his notebook and pen in his hand. He’d never gotten used to the idea of using a tablet or any other electronic for his initial notes. They were too easy to be tampered with.

And why the hell are those fools drinking by this time? I walked to the counter and took an empty seat. “What can I get you, sir?” The man asked with a smile, and I had to control myself well not to frown. I hated his positive energy. “Water.” The bartender left, and just a moment later, he arrived just as another figure sat beside me. “You better have good news for me, detective.” “Good morning, Mr. Mallory. How was your night?” “Do I look like I'm in a good mood? Do I look like I enjoyed my night?”

At this moment, Lucinda was blushing, her expression full of unmet desire as she pleaded, "I get this… itch whenever I drink. Just scratch this itch for me, will you, Mr. Glover? Just shield me with your body so my dad doesn't notice us." As I stared down at the fleshy globes through her neckline, I gulped. She was indeed a stunner. She was curvy and more voluptuous than those stars in adult films. Heat kept surging within me, becoming impossible to suppress. Who could ever resist when a spectacular 20-year-old woman begged them for a favor as such? I took a quick glance at Jerry next to me. Not only had he already reached his hand under Maya's skirt, but Maya even leaned into it, parting he

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March 10, 2026: Author Announcement. My Dear Readers, Thank you for reading this book until the very end. I hope you enjoyed the story between Kenneth Wright and Freya King. "Finding Mr. Perfect" is part of the family series, "Love and Legacy in the House of the Kings." Book 1: Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire Book 2: The Bad Boy Next Room Book 3: Finding Mr. Perfect Note that you can also find Book 2 merged with Book 1, and the same goes for Book 2 and Book 3. It was only later that I decided to separate Freya's story as a standalone.

The 2 guys that left earlier were back, what took them so long? "The guns were delivered." Mr old lad confirmed from the entrance of the room, his announcement made everyone face him. "You talk wetin?" Dubem asked with a stern face. (You talk wetin- what did you say) "Baba talk say dem drop am yesterday"Ayo answered his question while glaring at me "Where are the guns?, Where are the fucking guns??" He asked me. Why in God's name is he asking me. Omoo see wahala. (Baba talk say dem drop am- the man said they dropped them yesterday)

Andrew Andrew Mitchell was the bae of his school, all girls went crazy over him.He had the good looks and the brains. He was a fitness freak yet a foodie and loved sports. He was a MR.POPULAR of his school. Andrew was known for his extra cockiness. But He was also a closed book, he never really opened up to any one. He was this mysterious guy with the looks that could kill anyone. Andrew's life was complicated that made him stern and heartless at times. He did find someone for whom his heart melted.