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He didn't look at Killian for long, though. His small, dark eyes immediately slid over to me, traveling slowly down my body and back up to my face. His smile widened, becoming even more unpleasant. "And who is this lovely creature? I didn't know you started keeping such beautiful prizes in your office." I felt Killian’s entire body go rigid beside me. A low, freezing energy rolled off him, turning the air in the room completely cold, but Richard was too busy staring at my face to notice. "This is Daisy Vanecrest," Killian said, his voice a low, flat rumble that sounded like a warning. "She is handling the numbers for this deal. Sit down, Richard. Let's talk about the shipping lines."

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

The moment Ivy saw Hazel, her eyes lit up and she screamed excitedly, "You are the beautiful designer on the show Beauty on the Runway! I am such a big fan! I like your designs very much. They are all so beautiful. My birthday is coming up. Can you design an evening dress for me?" "Sure! It would be my honor," Hazel said with a smile. Daisy pouted and said, "Zac, you are already going to have one wife and one concubine. Where does that leave Leila? She came back from America before she could even finish her studies because of you." Daisy was a young photographer who had just returned from France after finishing her studies there. She had a good relationship with Leila, so she had to speak up

Killam felt the lust cool. "Turn around. Let me get a look at you." He stepped back to examine her merchandise. She cocked a hip, towering in those gladiator looking brown leather platform sandal heel things, then did a slow pivot with a generous sway of her hips. Jabby clapped his hands in glee. "She's perfect. Isn't she perfect, Killam?" Daisy's back was to Jabby and her gaze jumped to Killam. She wasn't smiling or even pretending now. Her gaze was molten green and gold.

"Never mind, let it be. Cheap or expensive, this is a gift I'm grateful for, even if I don't know who gave it." "What's going on, why is it so boisterous?" asked a woman who suddenly entered the shooting location. A staff member hurriedly approached the woman. "Mrs. Caitlin Maddux, I thought you weren't coming today." The woman smiled flatly. "Of course I have to come, Daisy. I have something important to tell the models." Caitlin had all the models gather nearby. She is the editor in chief of Harvest Weekly Magazine and is renowned for her discipline and fairness.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

***Daisy's POV.*** Next day, I have a breakfast of eggs and toast and get ready in white tie back halter top and blue jeans. I wear my walking shoes and take my bag and go out. I first go to my office to see its progress, which is going well. I text Theo to meet me near my workplace, where I could sneak in his car. I learned many things from Lily when we were doing her house interiors. She told me why they kept their relationship secret and how they used to meet and how they used to avoid any media.

Her brown hair is streaked with silver and gathered into a bun and her intelligent, shrewd eyes peer at me throw her glasses. "She knows Kaiden Nikolaou", Lannister states. "Okay, know is a stretch. I only said his name. But judging from your reactions, he seems like a big deal." I quip. "Cassidy Perez, head detective", she says as she comes out from behind her desk. She stops in front of me and extends her hand for a handshake. "Well I'm glad someone has some manners around here." I joke, giving her a handshake. "Daisy Jones"

Daisy is wearing a sleeveless dress just to show off the crescent moon on her shoulder, the sign of a true and powerful Luna. "They won't know what hit them." Daisy giggles and holds Aiden's arm. "That bitch better not try and flirt with my man through! If I don't slap and tell her off, then I know Aiden will in my stead." She smiles up at her mate and he makes a face agreeing with her. "You know it." Aiden shudders. "Someone like her makes me sick. Besides, you'll make every she-wolf pale in comparison." I couldn't agree more but I don't say it out loud.

Daisy stood by the window, her figure a flawless silhouette against the pale light. The white off-shoulder gown clung to her body like second skin, revealing the curve of her chest and the quiet defiance in her stance. Her short blonde hair framed a face of calm beauty, and her grey eyes, cold and steady, caught the dim light like storm clouds waiting to break. A glass of red wine rested in her hand as she watched a black Rolls Royce Cullinan glide to a stop at the parking lot.