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Darius gaze flicks to me. I hold it steadily. Say it. "A woman," he says finally. "Name's Mara Wyatt." The line goes quiet. Then: "You always did like difficult jobs." "Can you do it or not?" "I can do anything. For the right price." "Name it." A number. High. Very high. Darius doesn't even hesitate. "Done." The channel closes. Darius exhales with shoulders loosening just a fraction as if the act of summoning violence steadied him.

I smiled sensing his powerful wolf with his handshake. “Don't your people need funds?” “No, this is just your late father's inherited money. I have my own substantial fortune” he said firmly and I was gobsmacked. “Thank you for this, I will use it wisely,” I answered him since Darius was still on his call. “I believe that you have a wedding to prepare for, Miss,” the king asserted and stood. “Cartwright, I'm ready to go home,” he announced firmly. Darius raised his finger to the man as he ended the call he was on.

"The foundation bears both names. Wolfe and Hart. The world needs to understand that the protection they are receiving comes directly from the joint throne." Ten minutes after Marcus exited the room, the private connecting door to her office slid open. Adrian walked in, rolled up in his shirtsleeves, his silk tie loosened slightly at his collar. He didn't say a word as he walked across the room, his eyes locked on her with a heavy, intense gravity. He reached her desk, leaning his massive hips against the edge, looking down at the digital schematics of her new foundation. "My CFO just called me, sounding like he was having a stroke," Adrian rumbled, his voice low and incredibly intimate. "He

Jonah told me to wait here for Darren and he walked into the building with Wesley. I stood there for a good 10 minutes and a black car stopped right in front of me. Darren got out from the car and he gave me a black pouch. I looked at him with questioning eyes. "What is it?" "The money, all of it. Your brother's and yours. I don't want it." He said and I raised my eyebrows. "Why? You already repaired the damage so I have to pay it back. I promised to take responsibility for it." I said. "I didn't repair the car." What?

“Yep. Let me just run upstairs and grab my money.” “Oh, I almost forgot. Wolf kicked in another hundred and fifty bucks,” Zoe told her. “Scars has it for you.” “He – what?” Iris said. “Why?” “Because you worked a twelve-hour day today, and he’s paid you for it. It’s not riches, but it’s cash-in-hand and tax-free. Shhhh, don’t tell our accountant. Wolf will sort it out with her when she’s back at work.” “I’ll have to thank him,” she said, flustered. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Her words, her slap her hateful bluish eyes continued flooding his mind with resentment and all he wants was to drag that girl out of whichever hole she was residing and kill her with his bare hands for her audacity. All of a sudden his phone on the table chimed which result into him clenching his jaw and therew a brutal punch at the bag sending it down on the ground. Untying the black wraps from his hand he approaches the table and press the cell phone against his ear. “What update?” “Boss… we have a situation.” Diego spoke. “What is it?” Alvish asks and stops untying the wraps and hold the phone with his hand. “One of our oldest client failed to repay one hundred million. It was our money.

The second picture was of Andrius and the Southern Warzone Master, Dax Wimbleton, joking with each other. Was there a need to wonder what kind of status he had to be able to chat so merrily with Dax? No! In any case, Joel would just try to curry favor. Besides, he had vaguely heard the words ‘Wolf King’ at that time. The Wolf King! The Wolf King actually came to his auction to buy something. What an honor! ... At the auction site. “350 million!” “500 million.” Andrius could not be bothered anymore and added more than a hundred million at once, completely crushing Stephen.

Danny checked his messages, and saw that he got one from Matt, telling him that Cummins had just paid fifteen million dollars into Jean Cooper’s account. ‘The fool has become so confident in this guy, that he no longer waits for mutilated body parts to be sent as proof, before sending in payments’ Danny thought smiling to himself. Danny replied Matt’s text, with an instruction to pick both Wolfgang and Cummins up the following day.

This arrangement would include the following provisions: A dedicated medical fund covering all costs associated with Noah's treatment, monitoring, and any future medical needs, administered independently of the foundation program. A monthly educational support payment to be held in trust for Noah's benefit. Access to Wolfe Industries' family support resources, including legal counsel, security services, and any additional assistance determined to be in Noah's best interests. Mr. Wolfe wishes to make clear that this arrangement carries no conditions or obligations of any kind on the part of Ms. Vance or Noah. It is offered freely and without expectation of reciprocation.

Owen said as his assistant projected a bank transfer record onto the big screen. "The payment for the car was indeed made from Ms. Smith's account. However, the day before the purchase, Mr. York transferred 250 thousand dollars from his personal account into your account. Ms. Smith, how do you explain this?" he added. Her face turned pale instantly. "That… That was… He gave it to me willingly!" she stammered. "Whether it was a gift or not, the court will decide," Owen said evenly. "Next, regarding the alleged club expenses. We obtained surveillance footage from Solara Club through the bank."