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It was said that Mystics knew the method to obtain Gerant's Mystic Archive a thousand years ago, but that knowledge had since been lost. The second individual is Damian Lotin, a figure from another ancient dynasty. He left behind many works, including one titled The Whisper of the Blue Plant. Aside from them, other people who possessed a Mystic Archive were not recorded in historical documents, nor had they left behind related books or works. Therefore, even in the current Mystic historical records, such individuals were documented as figures from folklore. However, Chad was different. He was alive and existed in the present, and he was one of the few who possessed a Mystic Archive. Judging

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That was the main disadvantage of being a public figure I didn’t care about, before becoming a commercial model. But I couldn’t blame them for what happened to El Nido though—I posted a Famebook live with Aris on such a great morning. In the car racing event, I couldn’t blame the audience who spread the photos and videos like a wildfire over the internet. Two days ago—I posted a MeTube live again while strolling around with Aris using his Shelby grand tourer, and yesterday… Oh my God, would paparazzi make a way to reach the rooftop infinity pool of The Queen’s Hotel? No way!

my grasp slipped, colour draining from my face. “No way…” I blurted. He scoffed at me. “Then check it yourself…” he didn't need to say it twice. My hand quickly searched my bag for my phone. As soon as the screen was unlocked, multiple notifications started pouring in, one after the other. Several calls from Alaric, Rebecca, and Rhys. My hands were already shaking. Then on the trending list: #Sinclair's Secret Mistress was the number one trend. It all started from a grainy picture of me and Sinclair taken last night from a distance. In the picture, Sinclair could be clearly seen clinging to me. My face wasn't hidden.

“Don’t remind me. Last week, I accidentally walked in on two scouts arguing about strategy, in the hallway, completely naked, like they weren’t holding spears five seconds ago.” “That’s worse than Zoom guy,” Hannah declared. “I don’t know,” Lily said. “At least our guys don’t put ‘entrepreneur’ in their bio when they actually sell fake healing crystals.” Hannah raised a hand. “That happened to my friend. She thought she was dating a businessman. Turned out he lived in his mom’s basement and sold ‘moon-charged salt’ on the internet.” I snorted. “What does moon-charged salt do?” “Apparently,” Hannah said with a straight face, “it ‘removes toxic energy and bills.’”

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“Mr. West… I… I was wrong… I’ll make a public confession to the press. It won’t have anything to do with you; I’ll take all the blame. I’ll do whatever you want… I can’t pay for the damages…” Jackson couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. He called security and had them drag him away. Now that Beckett had confessed to his plagiarism, the matter was pretty much settled. However, there was one scruple — who was the “online friend” that had leaked Tiffany’s sketch to Beckett? Tiffany mentioned that only Arianne and Tanya had seen it… Arianne wasn’t a newbie in the fashion industry, which would leave… Tanya!

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

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