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Tiffany nodded. “That White Moonlight of yours, I’m afraid that he’s an employee at Jackson’s company. His name is Beckett Hushman. That explains why he chose ‘Hush’ as his online nickname. He’s shady. You probably shouldn’t talk to him again.”

' Murry began to worry. "Cheated and manipulated? You must be mistaken. I am a gentleman. I have never cheated anyone in my life. You are wrong" Murry began to change his tune. Brandon snorted. "You can manipulate a living person. But you cannot manipulate a dead person. That too a person who is dead because you" Brandon said blindly, based on Murry's reaction to his manipulation comment. Murry paled when he heard that he is talking to a dead person. "You must be joking right? How can a dead person talk to me? It's impossible" Murry said. But his words are not confident.

Was I just being paranoid? "Men in a mood are best left alone," I pointed out. The woman pouted as she ate the second olive. "Maybe you just need someone to help get you out of that mood." I placed my hands around my whiskey tumbler and tried to ignore her. I knew it would only be a few moments before I made her disappear. "I know you, you know," she started. "Mr. Ellis Peterson. You're a legend, with your multi-billion-dollar company and your… reputation with women."

I replied with a smiling emoji. 'Jenna, since you like playing God, since you enjoy manipulating other people’s lives from behind the scenes, tomorrow, I will drag you down from the clouds and let you taste what it feels like to be manipulated.'

I hit deactivate and I log in, then I type her a message. Eros: Hi, sorry I couldn't reply to you earlier, I've been very busy these past few weeks. By the way how was your trip with your mate? Quite eventful right? forest and all. She trusts Eros, so maybe I'll get something if I use her. A minute passes without a reply from Haven. She always replies quickly, especially to this account, this fake person is the only friend she can spill her entire heart out to without feeling judged. Two minutes pass.

This guy Murong Cheng is teasing her again! He's not going to stop testing her, is he? Mu Zi: (╯‵□′)╯︵ ┻━┻

Back then, I’d thought Albert couldn’t live without me, that the pack needed me, that Leo couldn’t be without his mother. So I’d turned it down. But now I finally understood. No one is irreplaceable. I picked up my phone and dialed my old mentor’s number. “Grace?” “Is your offer still on the table?” He sounded excited. “Of course.” “I’m in,” I said. “I’ll be at the Southern Pack in three days.” After hanging up, I forwarded the anonymous text and the picture to the pack’s most respected Elder. With it, I sent a message: “I'm filing a petition to formally reject our mate bond.” “I was done being his Luna.”

"Is that...?" "Not now, Ash," Levi snapped. The woman, Seraphina, finally looked at me. Her gaze was cold, assessing, and utterly dismissive. "I didn't realize you brought a pet to lunch." I stood up, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. Anger flared in my chest—hot and sudden. "I'm not a pet," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I'm the auditor. And I was just leaving." I grabbed my bag. I looked at Levi. He looked torn, his hands clenched into fists on the table, the knuckles white.

My gaze landed on a new user added to the group chat. Unlike everyone else, the user had no username, with a hamster as a profile picture. I sneered. Very unprofessional. With the rage bubbling in me, I typed away on my keyboard. Spilling my thoughts about how unprofessional it was to not use an actual name and picture in an important work group. Satisfied, I exhaled and clicked the send arrow. But just then... Mr. Crawford's message popped up just as mine uploaded. His message tagged the strange user. [Welcome to the group chat, Mr. Davenport.] My heart stopped. The hamster profile picture. Dane.

It had not even been half a minute since the investor worth billions walked into the restroom, and he was already walking out with a scowl. It was an expression that spoke of trauma, as he had just survived a bioweapon. He did not even take a sip of water before he tried to find a polite excuse to leave like a bat out of hell. "I think that's it for today, Mr. Whitlock. I'll consider your proposal." Then, he led his team out without a single moment of hesitation. The deal was off. Meanwhile, someone uploaded a video of how Grant gave me a dog bowl and trash bags during the holiday gala. Perhaps it was an employee who had quit. Perhaps it was Mia on an alternate account. I never bothered to c