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I smiled up into her eyes. “You look so tired, my dear.” She sighed with a wry smile of her own. “You’re not looking full of pep yourself.” Her gaze slid over to Denis’s body, which one of my aides had covered with a field blanket. She shook her head in sorrow. “Such a waste,” she murmured. “What did you mean about saving his life?” I asked, fighting back a little groan when the medic washed the wound on my leg. “When I was a child, I was taken,” Olivia said. “During my captivity, I found two boys around my age. They were dying. I used the Goddess to heal them, and we escaped.”

My feet were frozen, and I couldn't look Liam in the eye until Odin called me to his office upstairs. Now I was standing in Odin King's large office. Liam was called too, and he did not look happy about the situation that was going on there. Odin is standing in front of his window with his hands behind his back. "Lily, Liam, you already know why I called you here." Neither Liam nor I answered. I fiddled with my fingers and had my head down, avoiding eye contact with Liam whenever I glanced at him.

everyone said "Here," Dad said as he gave Oliver a glass of whiskey "Who are you? And why do Nick and I look like you," Oliver asked Dad "Oliver this is your father, Andrei," Daddy said "What?" He asked and looked at both Daddy and Dad "You're my, Nick, and Olive's father?" over asked "Yes," Dad said Oliver nodded his head and looked at me "You look fat," He said "Ouch asshole," I said after gasping "She's pregnant, ass," Alex said

Sphinx nods seemingly unsure. I glance towards the boys as in giving them the reign to take over, it feels too bothersome for me. “Please remove your hood then we can discuss the matter further.” James says sternly. I glare at him for his tone towards Sphinx, he nods his head in understanding. Sphinx’s head perks up at the mention of his name and begins to remove his hands from his pockets and pulls down his hood slowly. Revealing hi-her?! Sphinx is a girl? Unexpected...

James directly started his car engine as soon as he hung up the call. Meantime, James returned to his mansion and headed straight for the basement to see Oliver. "How are you?" James asked as soon as he walked into Oliver's room. Oliver is seen reading a book to kill boredom. He straightened his half-lying body and closed the book. "What do you want!" Oliver retorted. James smirked, then took a chair to sit across from him. "I want to talk." Oliver snorted sinisterly and chuckled. Then he put on an arrogant stance—one day, J. Belgenza will surely ask for his help.

On the contrary, there was a feeling of numbness. Olive deleted the question mark in the input box and typed it again hesitantly. “Are you okay?” Three seconds later. Liam, “?” She didn't know exactly what she had done in sleepwalking. Olive had no way to explain it. After caring about the status of the "victim", she asked directly how he wanted to solve this matter? “Let's talk about it later.” Olive couldn't help saying, “You seem to have been thinking about it for a long time.”

He tapped the screen to call her back, hiding behind a row of metal lockers. "Scarlett, I'm already inside," he whispered into the phone. "I found his old logbook. There are pages missing from the week he died. I need to know..." "Hey! You! The blondie!" A loud, arrogant voice cut through the air. Oliver jumped and quickly ended the call. He turned around to see James, the team's backup goalie. James was rich, spoiled, and had a face that looked like it was permanently sneering. "Are you paid to chat with your girlfriend, or are you paid to work?" James snapped, tossing a sweaty towel onto the floor right in front of Oliver's shoes. "Pick it up."

The heaviness in the air was palpable. From the distant confines of his bedroom, Oliver's voice echoed through the quiet house giving a command to James. "James, bring me a cup of coffee immediately," Oliver instructed, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. My heart sank as I heard those words. I anxiously hoped and prayed the moon goddess and my lucky star that it wasn't me he was asking to be served this time. James hurriedly rushed into the kitchen, his face filled with concern. "Miss," he gasped breathlessly as he approached me, "Mr. Oliver wants you to serve him his coffee in his room." The urgency in his voice mirrored the tension that hung in the air.

“I get that. But you’ll make new friends here, find new things to love. It just takes time.” “I hope so,” Olivia said, looking up at the sky. “Sometimes it feels like time is moving so slowly.” “I know the feeling,” James said. “But it does get better. And in the meantime, you’ve got me as a friend.” Olivia smiled, touched by his kindness. “Thanks, James. That means a lot.” They continued their walk, talking about their favorite books, movies, and hobbies. Olivia was surprised by how much they had in common. James was easy to talk to, and she found herself opening up more than she had expected.

James growled. Olivia smirked in victory behind her mask as she turned to her best friend to give him a wink. It was a good thing that she was Theodore’s best friend because that meant she was able to know stories from inside the basketball team; like how James loved women, how he got rejected by the three girls in a row in sophomore year, and how he was the least liked player since freshman year. James was a sympathetic bastard.