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The disgust in Emma's eyes toward Daniel was impossible to conceal. If it weren't for this brainless man running his mouth and boasting in front of Leo, they could have kept everything hidden forever. Thinking of this, Emma's tone turned noticeably colder. "Are you shouting so the whole world can hear you?" Daniel immediately put on a pitiful expression, though urgency still laced his voice. "Emma, think of something, please. I don't want to go to prison. Zion is still so young…" Emma rubbed her temples. "I can't even find him right now. I don't have any leverage for negotiation…"

Manson sounded unhurried in the way he spoke, not regarding his enemies as worth his notice at all. Braum scoffed. "A fight to the death against you? Don't be too arrogant. We just came here to kill you. It's better to be the one doing the killing, after all." Manson chuckled at this and sneered, "I know you're a decent fighter and that you're confident. You might be able to win against an ordinary warrior from a second-grade world, but I'm no ordinary warrior. I'm a chosen disciple of a holy-grade clan in the Sacred Water Continent. Your small tricks barely intimidate me!"

Aiden : what has she ever done to you? Man : she attracted me in the way that no other has ever done to me with her bump. She is used by you, still I am willing to accept her. Aiden : you bastard…. He was going to punch him when that man points his gun to calista. Man : aww how can you not remember your friend?? Making a sad pout, he spoke. Aiden : WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? FUCKER… Shouted Aiden. Man : remember your best friend from childhood. When you both started working for that mafia?

He's been storming around this boat like a general for the past week. Good for him. I refuse to let him off that easy. He may use my body against me but I won't give him my words. It's killing him I know, the high and mighty Hank Mancini, to know that he can't break me and I'm having a grand ole time making him pay.

No matter how beautiful and capable one was , it was impossible to become famous without the right resources. Hello everyone. sorry for the late update. I am in my exam week so I usually set an auto release, I didn't notice yesterday's chapter didn't upload. Sorry if you expected an update and was disappointed in the end. Will compensate you with two chapters today. Please keep supporting "Her Man."

There were massive, curtain-draped windows on the side, but the pitch-black darkness made it hard for her to see what was outside. Behind the high-backed chairs was an ornate fireplace, and above it was a huge portrait of a young man with short, dark hair and bright, brown eyes. His high cheekbones and somehow less than pale complexion indicated some Hispanic ancestry, and despite how life-like and sinister his intense gaze might seem, he was actually very good-looking. On the nameplate it said: Michael de Almeida-Royston

Howard replied calmly, his voice dropping with gravity. "No matter what beef you've got with Nyla, Mareno City isn't your playground, the Dark World. Come here acting up, and there's only one thing waiting for you: Death!" "Look, kid, you're asking for trouble sticking your nose in our business," the man said, his brow furrowed in annoyance. "Let's cut to the chase. I'm about to send you off to meet your buddy," Howard said, his voice deep and resolute. "You don't know what you're messing with!" The man's eyes narrowed as a formidable energy surged from him, displaying his cultivation base at the martial general ultimate mastery stage.