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The woman who was stubborn and had sky-high prestige had various ways to compensate his games. "Send important files via e-mail. I will evaluate it from here, and it looks like Indonesia will be the most impressive and pleasant place for me. So I will take more time here," said Darko to one of his trusted people. He hung up the telephone and stood proudly, looking at the lights that illuminated every corner of the capital through the window of his hotel room. "I'll give you one more chance to play, and then I'll turn things around," Darko murmured.

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"But just look at her now. Her waist is as thick as a bucket." His father clicked his tongue. "Look at her size! How much does she eat in a day? And with a body like that, who knows if she'll even be able to have children?" None of this was new to me. When I first met Damian's parents, he had taken me back to the rundown little town where he grew up. Their house was old, shabby, and cramped, and his parents started picking me apart from the moment I stepped inside. The gift I brought wasn't expensive enough. The liquor wasn't the right brand.

Sumico took a look at her best friend’s romance novels one by one. “Hanny’s got the newest edition of this novel. Later on, I’ll borrow this from her. I’ve been trying to search for it and it hasn’t been published in Indonesian, though. But this one… Hanny’s got the English edition. I’ll definitely borrow this English edition from her when she’s come back later,” muttered Sumico excitedly.

Like, life or death serious. When we reach the front I smile at the receptionist and she smiles back, waiting for our names. "Lyra Mae Miracle, Elena Cobalt, Jackson Carter, and Maxwell Imlay." She smiles once more and hands us our schedules. Immediately, Elena grabs everyone's and her face brightens. "We all have English together!" she exclaims. "All of us?" I ask, surprised. That doesn't ever happen. Like, ever. This is rigged. Something is pulling at the strings.

Not only that, the seats and tables are also full of markers, including; POOR CHILDREN ARE BETTER TO DIE, UGLY AND POOR IS BANNED ALIVE, and IDIOT. Tukijo crouched to tidy up his bag and scattered books. Suddenly, Udin appeared leaning his shoulder in the doorway of the classroom. "Poor fate for you, Tukijo. Haha ...," he mocked. Then, Udin disappeared like a jelangkung¹. He came even though he wasn't invited, then he too just left. While Tukijo was cleaning his desk, he saw an old Noxia 1202 cellphone in Markonah's desk drawer. Since the cellphone was on with a silent tone, Tukijo took it.

Rainfall in Whirthbourge wasn't very admirable, especially if one was driving. The road would be steep and slippery, causing tyres to swerve. She parked her car and walked into the first hotel with just her handbag. It was a five-star hotel. Alfred thought he could swindle her, but he had another thing coming. The hotel clerk took one look at her and squeezed her face in disgust. “I'm afraid, ma’am, we can't let out a room to you,” the girl said. “Helen, this is my hotel. Stop playing stupid and prepare my room for me,” Mary said, feeling irritated.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I bring her favorite white roses and tell her that there is still good in the world. I tell her that evil is always punished. And I tell her that good people are always remembered. Rest in peace, Mary. The world owed you justice, and I have delivered it.