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One of them said, “Ms. Vedastus, it’s not that we don’t want to obey you, but Lord Vedastus has specially stated that nobody is to hurt Mr. Katz. Without his permission, how can we do anything to Mr. Katz?” “You…” Fiora was so angry that she became speechless. Did Art Trading Corporation belong to Vedastus or Katz? Right then, Elliot smiled and said, “Ms. Vedastus, please don’t trouble these subordinates. They wouldn’t dare to do anything to me without Lord Vedastus’ permission. Ms. Vedastus, if you really want to rescue your buddy, it’s possible. Let’s make an exchange, shall we?” Fiora glared at him. “What exchange?”

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“We need to retrieve my granddaughter… and prevent a war.” Torock nodded, pale and trembling. “Good,” Destiny said. “Argun, let him go. Armaros—stop chewing his pants.” The hound gave one last playful snarl before sitting back on his haunches, wagging his tail like he hadn’t just been one bad command from mauling someone. “Good boy,” Destiny praised, scratching behind his ears. Armaros smiled—a full toothy grin lined with fangs that would make a lion nervous.

I almost screamed when I saw Arta standing in front of the door carrying a paper bag in his hand. "Arta!" I called him with a big smile. It was as if I had forgotten who made me cry all day. "This!" Arta put a paper bag in her hand towards me. I stared confusedly before finally accepting and checking what it contained. "I bought you pizza," Arta said. I nodded with a smile still imprinted on my lips, "Thank you, Arta." said I, Arta nodded. "Why are your eyes?" asked Arta, making me spontaneously hold my eyes.

They kept on smelling, trying to find us until they continued walking and left us. “They are Husk and Tusk. Isaiah illegally pets them. Isaiah let them roam around the mansion with the guards to guard” Maria said as I watched the two white tigers walk away. We went inside the mansion with two lion statues at the front door and I saw a red 1962 Ferrari 250 GTO displayed at the front door. Besides the Fender Stratocaster guitar hanging on the wall. I tried to touch it and I didn't feel any dust. It is shiny and looks new. “He bought that Ferrari at the auction when he figured out what was missing inside his mansion,” Maria told me even though I am not asking because I am not interested.

His desire had come to its peak, and it demanded immediate completion. The erotic sound from the two lips met filling the room. To those who are romantically intoxicated, it sounds more like a string of beautiful music. Green's neck has been filled with the exquisite work created by Langit Danendra Adyaksa, as well as his blood-red chest from the wife's lustful embrace. "Brother..,emhhhh." Green mooed, Langit gave Green a short pause to breathe as much oxygen as she could. "Three rounds, yes," said Langit as he flicked his eyes.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

"Fine. Arista! From today on, we're cutting all ties with you! Everything we ever gave you—you'll return it all!" "Fine," I said. I took out a document I had printed long ago. "This is a draft of the Agreement to Terminate the Adoption Relationship. I've already signed it. As for the financial accounts, I'll have my lawyer calculate everything in detail. Not a cent will be missing. Anything belonging to your family is downright filthy. I don't want any of it."

- she began to explain quickly. - I knew you'd finally ask me about this, detective.- Laurens laughed slightly.- And call me by my name, Mr. sounds so weird.- he asked, then reached under the pillow lying down on the bunk and took out a folded sheet of paper.- Yesterday I asked the officers guarding me for a sheet of paper, a pencil and crayons. They fulfilled my request, probably knowing that it may be one of my last requests.- the man said with strange amusement, especially considering what he was talking about. Getting up from the bunk and being near the bars, he handed her the folded paper. Esther took the piece of paper and unfolded, watching what was drawn on it. There were five figure

But he prayed to Akath that he was wrong. Returning his gear to their proper bags, Able Froster now remembered why he had rushed to his quarters. He pulled a box from his shelf, revealing metal miniatures of autogolems and soldiers from history and myth. Grabbing a small brush and a vial of paints he began detailing the miniatures as he allowed the night to wind down.