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"Don't you think you're speaking to the..." "Mr and Miss Morgan..." He said, cutting her off, and Charlotte's face turned red. "I would apologize for my rudeness, but I'm yet to hear an apology from Mr Morgan for speaking to my wife the way he was." He wrapped his arms around a dumbfounded Lily and pulled her closer to himself. Mr Morgan chuckled nervously, stroking his beards. "I was simply cautioning my daughter, and..." "My wife, you mean." He said, and Mr Morgan swallowed. "She doesn't bear the surname Morgan, anymore. She bears my surname, she's an Allard now. So, you should watch..." Lily immediately nudged him at the sides with her elbow, cutting him short.

~ LUCA VITIELLO ~ "It's nice to meet you Morgan,” I gestured, my hands stretched humbly with a smile. "You know boy, I'm not your mate. You should have some little respect for that name, C'mon." Morgan said, his laughter filled the room, a champagne in his hand. "I know man, but Morgan....." I stopped halfway, after unintentionally mentioning his name again. "Don't misuse that position of yours, I might as well come for it.” Morgan's finger pointed at me in stern warning but the large smile on his face says otherwise.

The family felt happy and forgot their troubles for a while. “What’s our little sister’s name, Mom?” Jack asked. Mrs. Morgan and her husband looked at each other. They remembered the woman had called the baby Cla, but they didn’t know if that was her first or middle name. “Cla…” Mrs. Morgan answered softly. “Clara,” Mr. Morgan said. “From now on, her name is Clara Morgan.” “Wow, what a beautiful name,” Jack said with a smile. “When you and Dad go to work, let Clara play with us. I’m old enough to watch her.”

he muttered. I turned around to thank the girl named Morgan, but as soon as I saw her, my voice left me. She was so pretty, she looked like a doll. Her uniform was styled as if she were a model, an unbelievable fashion sense for a girl in grade six. The best, though, was her pink hair. I had never seen pink hair before. It suited her, though, like she was a magical pixie. “Hey, Morgan,” a male voice called. “Hi Paul, Hi Nathan,” Morgan called back.

Coke was huge, but how did Morgan, who looked lighter have the energy to raise him up? Morgan kept spinning this man and crashed him to the ground. "I don't want to use my technique in the sight of this ladies," Morgan said and kicked Mr. Coke's butt. Laying on the floor, Mr. Coke looked helpless, and I gritted my teeth. "The only person who I think could fight with me was..." He said an Italian name which I don't know. "Well, that is my friend, he isn't an Italian, but I gave him the name," Morgan said.

"I want to play around with them first." "But you'll show up with your real identity, right?" "Of course, but later, now's not the time. Keep it a secret from Anita. She'll be shocked if she finds out about me." "Okay, sir." "Stop calling me sir, just call me Morgan. How many times have I told you?" Morgan said, looking slightly annoyed. Anwar just lowered his head. "Sorry, I'm a little unaccustomed." "From now on, you have to get used to it. Don't let anything slip in front of Anita or anyone else unless I show up with my real identity!" Morgan snapped, his tone slightly threatening.

I would have to say he was a keeper. “Rissa,” I whispered back to Clarissa. Her face turned a shade of pink, and she just shrugged like it was no big deal. Oh, but it was. She never had a nickname before. Now that Reggie had given her one, I knew it was more serious than she let on. “Morgan.” Hope almost knocked me over when she plowed into me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “You were awesome. I want to do that when I get to high school. I don’t want to be one of those stupid cheerleader girls.”

If wolves could blush, she would have. “Since you’re staying,” Morgan leaning up against the back of a sofa with a small bowl of stew in his hands, “we should give you a name. I can’t keep calling you little wolf.” But I like little wolf. “How about Beatrice?” The wolf allowed herself to violently sneeze at the name causing a wide grin to spread across Morgan’s face in amusement. “Alright, then! Not Beatrice. Let’s see…” He paused in thought, “how about Chloe?”

Samuel must be a big boy by now, and if he was street-wise like the other young lads, he would be commanding money and power by now. Heck, his son might even be a drug baron and a mafia by now, after all, it has been years. That imagination alone fueled Morgan’s hope to persevere. If he came out of this alive, he would return to his son and enjoy the privileges of a freaking dad. Morgan did not think much of his daughter. He could not even remember her name. She was such a little girl when he left them…always whining and crying and seeking to be touched and cuddled and lifted. Morgan had hated her. Generally, Morgan had hated women.

Shows her character as Young Master's servant. Nicko looked satisfied with his current attitude, then he nodded and said, "Oh, I have something to ask, do you know the news about Erick Woolf and also Mitchel Young?" Mr Morgan is much like Russell. He has many sources of information and knows someone's latest news. Nicko is very sure that many things he does not know are clearly understood by Mr. Morgan.