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" Is there a metaphor for the Red House? - I ask Max as soon as he returns from the shower. She's wearing beach shorts and a stripped T-shirt, her hair wet and disheveled from her shower. For the first time, I see him looking even more casual and youthful and I sigh, holding back my will to give it to him again. " Hmm... not exactly. It's really a cabaret. Are you enjoying reading? " I'm loving it. I think I'll alternate the books and that way I can give you an opinion more quickly about both.

“Even though Mrs. Evangeline is a widow, she is not just any widow. She inherited a lot of Langley's wealth and shares. The inheritance deed of the late Sebastian Langley was read out exactly a year ago, a week after the period of mourning. That's why I'm not joking, Max.” Max chose to sit on the park bench next to Evangeline's main house. He sipped slowly on a cup of coffee which for some reason he suddenly developed a taste for. Not too sweet, the bitterness was worth the mixed acidity. “It's delicious,” he praised sincerely. He put the cup down at his side. He took one of the cigarettes from the box that was always in his pocket. He lit the tip before he put it between his lips. It was so

He knows I’ve crippled his frontline. A sharp, authoritative knock rattles the office door before it swings open. Max steps inside, his large frame casting a shadow across the threshold. “Hey,” he grunts, his expression grim as he closes the door behind him. He’s holding a thin, high-gloss rolled-up booklet in his right hand. He crosses the room with heavy, deliberate strides, tossing the booklet onto the center of my leather desk journal. It slides to a halt right over my financial reports. I pick it up, flipping it over to examine the elegant silver embossed font on the cover.

Max 3rd person POV. Hi dear readers, this is an extension chapter for the last previous one and I had forgotten to add it, not realizing it cut, I'm so sorry. The elegant clink of glass echoed faintly in the lavish living room as laughter and whispered conversations filled in. Max had had come here to get rid off his highness only to see Daniel and his mother sitted comfortably chatting Yet, just beyond the opulent walls, down a dimly lit corridor, a scream from Freya had alerted him.

Taking my seat, I took the big picture book I saw and started viewing it even with my weak eyeball,I tried to keep them Open while I continue to stop myself from sleeping knowing in the next few minutes I would pass out but never wanted to do so. _________________________________Moment later_______________________________ After along while of me checking the picture, I didn't know when I lay flat using my hand a s pillow as I continue to look through the pictures till I finally give into the sleep world lazily laying on my side snoring like tomorrow seems so far from me. Maxwell POV Staying up till twelve am as I await her to come out the closet which she has hid herself in but unfortunately

Leilani’s eyes sparkled in delight. “Indeed,” Luster agreed with a smile. “There’s some old books here as well!” Maximus exclaimed from the other side of the room. When I chance a look at it, there was a small bookshelf on the floor right next to the bed. There were some old, thick books there which I have no doubt would not interest me. But Maximus loves reading every kind of book, so it’s a treasure to him.

The door was cracked open. He peeked between the crack. The light from the fireplace illuminated the couple that were bumping and grinding on the desk. Charles recognized Maxwell Andrews immediately. Max was Calvin’s best friend from England. He had straight, light brown hair. Max was flat on his back on the desk with his slacks and drawls around his ankles.

CHAPTER 28 A PLAN TO FIND THE AUTOPSY Max grinned at Alexander, having strategized earlier with Dylan about his training schedule. They patiently waited until Dylan left, giving them the privacy they needed to search the mansion. Alexander led the way since he still remembered the location of the library. He turned on the lights and closed the door to block out any unwanted disturbances. As they approached the library, Alexander took the right side while Max took the left. They frantically flipped through the pages of various books, but all they encountered were references to previous alphas.

Caleb's eyes widened in panic, and he immediately held a finger to his lips, whispering, “Sssh Keep quiet. Go have your bath.” Without another word, he hid the book back in his Jacket and darted back down the hall toward the study room, leaving Vanessa standing there, heart pounding and mind racing. Back in Maxwell’s study, the man sat with his hands clasped together, the glow of his phone lighting up his features. His head was bowed slightly, and his foot tapped rhythmically against the floor a subtle but unnerving sound. Caleb slowed his pace as he entered, his heart thudding in his chest. The air in the room appeared scarce for a second.

So he straightened up and fix the crumpled suit. 'Ohhhh. Being with Erella made me forget that people are scared of me.' Max thought. "Go, and announced my arrival," Max instructed the servant unemotionally. The servant got up as fast as he could and announced his arrival. After announcing Max's arrival, he entered the hall. As usual, nobles were afraid to look at him. Max became more indifferent and wished that the event will end as quickly as possible. He would prefer to read Erella some stories at home than receive the honor that is not for him. He was not aware that he was exuding a dark aura while walking to the place where he will receive his honor and reward.