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"Kate was alone in the room, so he didn't know whether she was bored or afraid." "He suddenly said: ""Maximilian, find me a few books.""" What kind of books? Maximilian was slightly shocked. Weren't they talking about the evidence just now? Why was this book involved? Were there any clues in the book? "Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Wisdom say faintly: ""Just find a few romance novels that girls like to read.""" His words directly messed up Maximilian.

He orders, and we have no choice but to abide. It's not too long until we emerge from the forest and pull up to a mansion of a house, which I know all too well is Maxwell's pack house. Maxwell is a lavish man who likes expensive and extravagant things, and it reflects in the estate before us, glistening in the early morning sun as it appears above the horizon. Watching the sun come up makes me feel so tired. My body clock feels so off right now, I dont even know what day it is.

*********** Amelia had just stepped out of the bathroom, she had gotten few hints from her new maid Kate about Maximo’s return time, and that had helped her to fix herself into something great, a nice set of lingerie that exposed her nipples and pussy top. “Welcome back home boss.”Magret, a maid walked closer taking his suit case from him her head bowed as she tried not to cower in fear of the fire in his eyes. “Where is Amelia?” he inquired ignoring Magret’s greetings. “In her room Sir.” Maximo nodded and walked closer to the elevator while the maid took the stairs. He stood at the front of Amelia's room, contemplating if he had to go in or go to bed.

I strode to the quarters, nodding at the guards who stopped what they were doing to bow the me like they had always done, acknowledging my presence. Max's quarter was the first in the long hallway, and the most spacious. I made certain of that, to give him a luxury close enough to the one he had when he lived with us. I knocked thrice on the door before I heard a low growl and then the door wad opened, almost ripped out from its hinges.

A man in a black suit runs in. "Yes Master" "Get me Max" he coldly says and the man left and came back within two minutes with his PA. He bowed immediatelly he stepped into the room. "I want you to book the best hotel room for me this evening, and make sure it's the best" he stressed. "Sure Sir" the man bowed down his head again before heading out to follow his instructions. Along the way, Max wondered what he wanted to do in a flourishing hotel room when his house was a hundred times better than all hotels combined in the city.

“Tomorrow I’ll leave if you want.” “You’re not leaving,” Noah said instantly. Cassian snorted softly. “There he is.” Noah ignored him completely. I looked between both brothers and suddenly realized something horrible. Nothing in this house had actually changed. The players were older.The damage deeper. But the tension was still here. Then the front doors opened and the three of us froze. My stomach dropped before I even saw him. Max. Of fucking course. He stepped inside the estate like he owned the air itself, dark coat dripping rainwater onto the marble floors, eyes immediately finding me standing in the middle of the room.

I went through third with Nina beside me and the particular focused quality of someone who was about to meet the person who had ordered the death of Nina’s mother and was managing the full range of what that meant by concentrating entirely on the work. The ground floor hallway was empty. Lights on in the room to the left. A sound from that room. Not movement, everything was quieter. The particular sound of a very old person breathing in a room that had been occupied long enough to have the specific quality of long habitation. Max pushed the door open. The room was a study. Books on every wall, a collection assembled over decades rather than for appearance. Maps on one wall, old ones, pack te

"You will go to Minister Edward right away. Tell him I have great news and I seek his and the ministers' presence. The head guard gave a small bow and was about to leave, but he and Maxwell stopped at the same time. They had heard movements at the door, and they both saw a shadow before it moved. Maxwell gestured to his head guard silently, and the head guard rushed to the door, but when he got there, he saw no one. The hallway was empty. His eyes caught a white envelope on the floor, and he picked it up. "What's that?" Maxwell asked from behind him. "A letter." He handed it over to Maxwell. Maxwell took out the brown paper inside and opened it. |Don't be in a hurry and ruin everything. If y

By the time I parked near the steps, two luxury cars were already there, one belonging to Patricia Williams, my lawyer, and another to Jonathan Reeves, Maxwell’s. A staff member in a dark vest appeared before I even reached the door, opening it silently. “Ms. Veyron,” he said with a polite nod, gesturing inside. The grand hall smelled faintly of polished wood and old perfume. Voices murmured from the drawing room to the right. When I stepped in, everyone looked up. Patricia gave me a small nod, one that said, you’re late but forgiven. Maxwell was at the far end of the long oak table, his sleeves rolled up, papers spread before him. His gaze flickered to me briefly, too briefly, and then retu

His mansion spoke volumes of a modernized ancient edifice, surrounded by tall statues of people who seemed to be the line of his forebrothers. “Come on.” Max extended his hand and gently pulled me out of the car. Then he held onto my hand, and we gently walked into the banquet hall, drawing the attention of some of the guests in fancy suits and ball gowns. The chandeliers hanging above us at different angles reflected glittering rays to the glasses of wine some of the guests had in their hands. I could hear the sound of a soft violin performance from a corner of the hall. “Smile,” Max ordered without opening his mouth, while he waved at some of the guests who greeted us from a distance, admi