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“I know.” “They won’t do anything without the money.” “I know.” “I tried,” I choke out. “I begged him. He didn’t... he wouldn’t... I even paid half the amount.” “Minnie.” He pulls back slightly, just enough to look at me. “Hey. Look at me.” I do. Barely. “It’s handled.” I blink. “What?” “The deposit,” he says. “It’s taken care of.” “What?” I repeat, slower this time.

She wasn’t going to let a devilishly handsome man with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen distract her from that. Losing herself in the documents on the Angolan diamond mine the Corporation wanted to buy, she could see why her father wanted the mine. The exploration activities by the mine indicated that there was a viable kimberlite pipe that could produce diamond deposits in over 20 years. Looking at the business reports for the company that held the majority shares presently, it showed that they didn’t have the funds to develop and excavate the pipe. The new contract showed that Lopes Corporation will gain the majority shares, while the former company kept 20 per cent shares in the di

"Well, I happen to think he'll inherit my beautiful features. You just wait and see." "How about we make a bet?" Maxwell suggested, his grin widening. "If he looks more like me, you owe me a fancy dinner." "And if he looks more like me," I countered, "you have to cook me dinner for a whole week." Maxwell laughed. "Deal. But get ready to enjoy that fancy dinner, because our little guy is going to be my mini-me." "We'll see about that," I said, feeling a playful competitiveness bubbling up. "I'm pretty confident he'll have my eyes and my smile."

*** As we walked through the bustling market, the sights and sounds of merchants and customers filled the air, momentarily distracting me from the encounter with Mineg. I focused on gathering the necessary supplies, ensuring we had everything needed to prepare a hearty meal for Xavier and our pack. My maid, sensing my lingering thoughts, couldn't help but voice her concerns. "Luna , are you sure about this? Mineg seems persistent, and his intentions may not align with our goals." I paused for a moment, considering her words. She was right to be cautious, but I couldn't let myself be swayed by a mere distraction. "I understand your concerns, but our mission to counter Nabitha's alliance remai

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he snorted, crossing his arms with chocolate in his hands. "If you want me to be one, there's no problem with that" he smiled, aside. "Do not worry, sir, I do not want anyone to be my kidnapper. Now, if you'll allow me, I have to go to school like a normal eighteen-year-old boy." he put the chocolate in his mouth and then he regretted doing it because it was the last one he had left. Nathan laugh when that child told him that, he was expected this to happen, but it was more than obvious that he would not take a no, for an answer.

She said . He could see the honesty in her eyes, oh those eyes, when had he fallen so hopelessly in love? "Then marry me". He said , his eyes boring into hers, he stretched out his hand for her taking. "Be Mine". She said nothing, just stared back into his eyes. "Not the grandest proposal, certainly not as romantic as we may have fantasize, but this will do just fine, I can always get you a ring some other time". He said.

I asked casually. Ryan tilted his body to face me. “Is there anything you want to know?” “Anything?” He nodded. My brow quirked. I could think of a few things but I also did not want to pry or worse, ask him anything that would make him run away.. “Let’s take a rain check on that. I will save my question for something more important. As for the mines…” I lowered my voice to a whisper. “They have magic ore. All the different kinds all the way up to platinum.”

"Oh, hello." "Get Emma a plate," Catherine snapped at me. "And make it quick. Our Emma deserves the best after being away for so long." I turned to go back to the kitchen, my legs moving on autopilot. "And get me some orange juice, Amira," Keal said, still holding Emma close. "Fresh squeezed." Not once did he look at me. I walked to the kitchen. I took out a plate. My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped it too. I set it on a tray with silverware and a glass of orange juice I'd made fresh this morning.

Now, when his arms enveloped me, she was waking up, hungry. “M, you want to be mine.” Matt whispered in my ear. “I can tell by the way your breathing changed in my arms.