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At Blackgold… Quincy was scrolling through the tablet as he reported the findings of his work in front of the desk. Nolan was holding a cup of coffee in front of his lips, but he did not drink it. He tapped his fingers on the desk and was obviously distracted. Quincy lifted his head and asked, “Mr. Goldmann?” Nolan looked outside through the window and said, “It seems like a lot of things are going on in Soul.” Quincy chuckled and said, “Isn't that a good thing when more and more people are buying jewelry from Mrs. Goldmann's Soul Jewelry?”

“Kohina has shared too many tales with you.” Gildeon leaned in, resting his forearms on the table. “The Sun Bleeds Gold,” he said. “That’s the one I’ve been most curious about.” Yonah’s fingers froze mid-air. The dancing crab legs collapsed in a soft clatter. Then, a slow smile curved his thin lips. “You want to kill the Shining Keeper.” Gildeon held his gaze. “And I need you to tell me how.”

Carla walked into her old room, nothing much had changed. Everything was still as she had left it seven years ago. Her favorite band posters still hung on the wall, her books on body silhouettes and poises were still neatly arranged on the reading table, her bed well laid as it had been when she left. Even though the room seemed untouched, there was not a single speck of dust in it. It was obvious that her grandma had been cleaning it judiciously.

Clinton said earnestly, looking at Goldie. “Well, Zimmerman, this is the first time you’ve shown so much care toward me. I'm so flattered. It's a pity that you won’t accept me. I’m not interested in Silva so I can only look for the next target. I don't believe there is anyone whom I will get caught up in and can’t break free from. It’ll be better if you don’t say anything, but since you said it, I really want to give it a try,” Goldie replied indifferently. Who was Goldie Rogers?

“Oh, and one more thing. “My name is Claire Bennett. “This mall was a gift from my father on my twentieth birthday.” I let the silence settle. Then, calmly: “Mr. Collins… on your boss’s own property, do you really think anyone would dare frame her as a thief?”

Coming from a poor background, everyone in Carl Humphry's circle assumes I'm a gold digger. Especially his best friend, Miriam Briggs. She claims she used to be one herself, so she knows my kind all too well. Desperate to prove them wrong, I spend three years with Carl without accepting a single expensive gift. Miriam just scoffs. "She says no, but deep down, she's just waiting for the man to make the first move and offer her something better. It's the classic play-hard-to-get routine." Then comes Carl's birthday. I've saved up for six months to buy him a watch. As I approach the private room, I hear Miriam laughing inside. "I told you she'd buy something pricey. Classic gold-digger mo

I drove rideshare for five years to support my girlfriend. Then a car put me in the hospital, and she pointed at me and said: "We're just friends." Overseas, hanging off her rich new boyfriend, she looked down at me and said, "Blake didn't mean to hit you. Quit while you're ahead, take the money, and get lost." I smiled, grabbed him by the hair, and put his head into the wall. After they deported me, the Ride-to-Real-Estate System woke up in my head. A few years later I was the richest man in the world, living off rent, and the gold digger came crawling back. "You got even more handsome." My new little sister laughed out loud. "Honestly, I'm jealous of her complexion. She lays it on s

Narrator - Hell, yeah… In his era he was known as the golden thief, not because of his past life but because he was professional in his business. If you guys are interested in any kin of business then I've a perfect guide book for you written by professional thief and most successful businessman of his time Mr. Ervin Nerova Ardeen. In this book he has explained one hundred and one ways to get more than the double benefits in every deal with your customers and the book price is also cheap. Only seven gold coins contact me if you're interested in ruling over a whole city one day. Haha… Let's see now how the last Ardeen was watching the city from his point of view.

, she whispered awed. “Well yeah”, Isuzu shrugged, “I told you I ran away from home every year after I turned twelve and worked during the vacation slots of winter and summer, and Gylden—”, she hummed as she continued digging. “—are easier to earn and hide than money paid through the banks, plus you know people on the run prefer coins rather than carrying traceable, like credit and debit cards and cash. I mean those suckers are easily identified what with the numbers printed on the side and each currency has it’s on market and economic value in a different country. But gold coins, who in their right mind is going to print id-codes on gold, can you even imagine how tedious that is, and gold i

Halvern was watching them again. Not openly. But enough. Nyx followed his gaze. “Ah,” she said softly. “What?” “We’re interesting.” “That’s not good.” “No,” Nyx agreed. “It really isn’t.” Later that evening, Nyx crossed the atrium alone. The academy had quieted into twilight calm. Lamps glowed along the marble floors. Shadows stretched across the walls like long fingers. The scoreboard still burned above. Moore / Calder — 1 Beneath it: