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Even her eyes were red with anger. “Miss Lane, why not have a look at what Aunt Wanda is giving you?” The moment they said this, the big screen at the Langley wedding began playing a promotional video they had prepared in advance. There were pictures of a number of mansions that were situated on North City Prime Ring Road. Each mansion was worth tens of millions. After that, there were pictures of a string of valuable cars. They were limited editions of Rolls-Royce and Lamborghinis and a few other similar limited-edition cars. They were so flashy they almost blinded all the guests.

- Welcome, sir. - Mason. He's Damien Mason, Morgana. - Lóren answered for me. - Oh... - She looked perplexed. - Welcome, Mr. Mason. Can I get you anything, a drink? - Actually, I'm looking for a girl. - I continued. - Oh yes, there are several of us here. - She smiled. - Any specific characteristics? - Her name is Ellen. - I finished. The two women looked at me in amazement and then looked at each other:

As I was about to make my way into the father's refectory, Mrs Athena drove in, stopping right in front of me. “ Oh, good evening father”, she said, alighting from her Lexus 350 2023 model. She tucked her hair behind her like a lush, trying to have that sensation of throwing her hair in the wind just like they did in movies, without realizing that such an act was only possible because of the wind effect and automated slow motion in such movies.

She wore a bold look, maintaining her equanimity, "Honestly, you seem like the one who is lost here. A high-profile company such as this can't be associated with disrespectful and manner less people like you." The lady looked like she was about to strike Sofia dead with her cold glares. She was writhing in anger. "For your information, you pathetic excuse of a human being," She threw her handbag beside her, and it landed on Ethan's seat. Her gaze was fixed on Sofia, not even minding if her classy Gucci handbag fell on the ground or not. "I am Amber Montana! The queen of all the models countrywide," she paused, taking in Sofia's expression which was still flat.

All I wanted was to sit in Anna’s workshop, smell the oil and gasoline, and figure out a way out of this hell. I pulled up to the heavy security gates of our driveway and slammed on the brakes. Parked right in front of our main entrance doors was a brand-new, metallic-purple Lamborghini Aventador. The engine was purring softly in the quiet driveway. The driver's side door swung upward in a dramatic scissor motion. Lillian stepped out onto the concrete in four-inch designer heels and a tight white dress, her blonde hair catching the fading sunlight. She adjusted her sunglasses, flashing me a wide, perfect camera-ready smile.

He hastily raised a question when they finally had met at the basement. "Oh, my dear son. I want to show you something," Lady Rosell left a kissed mark on his cheek then faced him. "I had talked to Mr. Wayle earlier and I found out that your condo was situated at a great distance from the job you had employed," her cold raging voice drew a line above Caruss's face. "So, what about now?" Caruss had wondered. Lady Rosell struck her palms together which produced a sharp percussive noise. Then, Caruss's eyes were dazzled when an approaching bright object flashed from nowhere. When it stopped, his jaw instantly dropped after finding out an expensive yellow-black Lamborghini Veneno car.

, the chauffeur replied, he began walking towards her in fast pace. Colton raised his head to view the lady who was coming, he could no see her eyes, not even her face. She wore black sunshade glasses and she was putting on a hoodie, but he remembered that Maria told him that she is going to put on an immaculate white jumpsuit, he shrugged and stood erect. The lady looked just so familiar to him, he could tell with the way his body reacted to her. He hurried to the back seat of the Black Maybach Mercedez Benz and opened it for her, she first looked up at him, but he could not tell if it was him or something else had caught her attention.

It looked like the tall, redhead woman was the event planner and the petite blonde behind her was her assistant. "Good afternoon, Miss Montelebalo. Janeth Gallardo here. And this is my assistant, Russell." The petite blonder extended her hand and introduced herself. Alice shook her hand and offered her to sit on the couch. She herself sat in front of her and when I sat beside her, she eyed me angrily, which caused me to scoot away. "What kind of theme do you want? I mean, what is the message we are sending. Warm and bubbly? Cool and composed? Conservative?" Janeth asked as she crossed her legs.

It was like we weren't allowed to hear about her past, which made me want to know about it so much more. As they finished packing the dirt over the roses, Grandmama came up and wrapped her cold bony fingers around my shoulder so tight it hurt. She forced me to turn my body and pulled me to her limousine, shoving me into its black depths. The blacks seats made of leather were cold, and the windows were tinted so nobody could see her vile self-looking back. It was the perfect car for her.

Ludo asked surprised. “Yes do you know her.” “She’s my mother. Who are you?” “I’m her friend from back in the day.” “Really. I never thought mom had friends like….” Ludo gulped looking at the lady from head to toe. “Like what? Don’t judge a lady by what she wears. Moreover, it’s hot,” the lady smiled. “Aren’t you going home?” “That’s where I’m heading to now.” “Well you are in luck, you get to ride in my brand new range rover sport,” the lady turned around.