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"Mmhh... Byan..." ***

"Yup. But don't eat everything..." @SenaSen

I said with a narrowed brow. How come I did not see it? “You know what? I must have mistakenly clicked it before falling asleep.” I explained. “Fine. You can check out the message again.” he said, then paused before regaining himself, “guess what?” “What?” I asked in a guessing tone. “Thanakorn had a shoot yesterday.” Yeah, he said that, I wanted to say. But I shut my lips immediately. “I know you would rather not hear this, but I bet you, it looked really sexy.”

"I swear, Mia, I'll kill anyone who-" "Arggh, No Mason! Try again!" She swung her legs dramatically, and I instantly regretted looking at them because they were distracting enough to ruin a man. "Tiny?...Mia, don't be such a ba-" I froze mid-word. Something flickered in me. A thought. "Baby?" ______ Mia POV "Yes!" I screamed, my voice trembling as he froze mid-step. "We're going to be parents, Mason!" I gasped, the words tumbling out, my heart racing.

"Yeah! I remember once, on his birthday, his fiancee bought out a bunch of screens in the city to wish him a happy birthday. A reporter asked what he thought, and he just said it was a waste of money and meaningless." "Right, I remember that! This is like one of those tragic love stories—he finally realized too late." "But what was her name again?" "Something like Stella Walker." As the researchers chatted away, they suddenly turned toward the girl sitting silently at the far end of the table, quietly eating her lunch. "Stella... Wait, your name's exactly the same. Even your last name matches."

Kat snorted and cleared her throat after. “Didn't know when I became a celebrity.” “You'd have women drooling over you if you were Gojo Satoru.” Kat joked, sitting more comfortably. “Gojo Satoru? I think they'd be on their knees if I were Choso or Toji.” “You dream too much. You even have silver hair like Gojo so… it fits.”

A message popped into his screen and he opened it to read. "Eric, you need to come to this damn party tonight. Lots of girls are here. Beautiful ones and just the way you like them, dude. Don't be a dick! We need to celebrate Stephen's birthday." He read and rolled his eyes. Nolan. That fool. True, he almost forgot about it.

Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention. "Hi," he replied, his voice deep and gruff. "Tell us already, what happened at Bradley's?" urged a blonde man who’d taken a seat nearby. "Has anyone heard about Andrew James Jr.?" a tall, bold man interrupted. "John James's son? The one who went to England ten years ago?" the blonde guy asked, curiosity piqued. "Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?"