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I need to remind myself who I’m about to walk into. I open the browser and type his name. Kai Petrova. The first result is a Wikipedia page. I click it. ‘Kai Petrova is an American entrepreneur and designer, founder of Petrova Design Group. In 2020, he was involved in a car accident that resulted in the death of his younger sister, Lily Petrova (14), and left him paralyzed from the waist down. He has since withdrawn from public life.’ There’s a photo at the top. It’s old. From before the accident.

"Mr. Jefferson has helped me before. His business is as much as it is mine." Ah, so it was to repay a debt. Freddy, Bruce and Tommy nodded in unison, signifying that they understood. Malcom began speaking again, "Please tell me the details." Freddy told him the whole story, and ended by saying, "Mr. Yeager, Freya has already divorced me. There's no way she would kill someone over me." Bruce and Tommy followed up by saying, "Yes, that's right. Freya is beautiful and kind. She would never do anything against the law. In the past, when she accidentally killed a kitten while driving, she was so sad that she ate no meat for a month."

One I can trust to be discreet and get the job done. "Hi, This is Amelia Fray. I have some information on Alexander Smithson." A mischievous glint in my eyes.

she said proudly, causing Tiffany to laugh. Freya Meyer was one of Tiffany's best friends. She was a very short girl with short blonde hair that she usually let roam freely in curls around her face. Her strong spirit and determination allowed her to become the student body president when she ran for it last year, and Tiffany had ended up as her assistant. Freya was also transgender, and so it hadn't been easy. Even now some people sent disgusted looks at her as they passsed, some going so far as to call her 'Fred', which was the name she used to go by. Freya was already accomplished at ignoring these types of people and pretended as if she couldn't see or hear them, but Tiffany still sent de

Freya screamed, her hands shaking on the document. “But—” Freya frowned, realizing something. “It doesn’t have to be you.” Kenneth only hummed as he took his seat at the table. He stared at her, eyes cold. “What a relief.” Inner Devil 2: ‘I think he’s mad.’ Freya’s brows knitted. “Look, I said I’m sorry. I overreacted. You have to understand the pressure I’m under right now. The jewelry company has been my life since I was twenty-four. Even before that, I’d already set my eyes on it. I knew it was my destiny.”

“But this is the reality of things. Look, both my birth parents are completely disregarding me while Ethan, who basically grew up with me, has abandoned me. I’m jobless, homeless, and unloved. Cindy is not the only one treating me like this.” Freya looked at her friend, feeling both sorry and angry. “My dad said it himself. My presence in Summit Group is solely to provide assistance to Rebecca. I can leave the company if I refuse to accept fate.” A pitiful smile spread across her face. “Obviously, I didn’t want that, so I left.” Freya tried to cheer her up. “Stop it. You’ll definitely shine brighter elsewhere with your capabilities.” At the same time, a server approached them. “Excuse me, mi

" Noah explained. "It sounds like he's referring to Soraya Wayne." Freya reflected. "Enough of them, what do you do?" "She enquired. "I'm a personal assistant in a multinational corporation," he persuaded her, "and what about you?" "He inquired. "CEO of the FG fashion industry." "Sipping her red wine, she smiled. "The Freya Grey?" In flesh and blood? "He was perplexed. She wasn't like Soraya. He had this idea that all successful women were bitchy, but she had proven him wrong that night.

Noel led Penelope with a hand on her waist to a table. It was hard not to gawk when they were sharing their table with Margaret Freeman, a popular holder of one the seats in the British Parliament, Diane Hickenlooper, a Class 1 US senator, Lazaros Plapoutas, a Greek socialite, a handsome man with a charming smile who held Penny's hand and her gaze a second too long, and several others, some of whom she did not even recognize. There was an air of importance and wealth around them and suddenly she felt insufficient even after all her efforts at creating a comfortable life for herself.

I tell him. With shaky hands, he brings out his phone and brings up the email. “Here, that's it.” He says and he hands me the phone. SMITH COURIERS. “Thank you very much for your help Mr. Merlin.” I say then I hand him back his phone. Freya steps up behind him to wipe his memory. “This is going to hurt.” That's the only warning she gives him before she puts both hands on his head and starts chanting, he screams so loud, louder than when I smashed his foot, but a few minutes later, she's done and he is passed out.