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“Make a post saying she isn’t a homewrecker.” Ember stared at him. “What? No way.” The post had already been taken down several times, but no matter how his subordinates tried to clear it, it always multiplied again. No doubt a top hacker had a hand in it. “Then call your friend and tell her to remove it,” Ryker insisted. Ember scoffed, her already broken heart twisting painfully. “Are you seriously trying to make me clean up your mistress’s mess online?” she asked. “Don’t call her a mistress,” Ryker warned coldly.

Tight. I gleefully returned to my seat. “Now, Tactics mapping!” He spread out some of the topology Maps of the Reigns on the Murphy table. “You and I are going to dissolve the cause of the West Coast Breach and solve it together. No Council members. No Cartography Advisors. Just you and me.” He said and I smiled. *** My Dad and I had successfully found the cause of the breach and found a solution— He found a solution, I just stared and stuffed my mouth with fruits and yelled random compass directions like “It’s towards 60 degrees North at Bipolar East.”

"Did you hear that? Ivy's giving you an easy out. If you know what's good for you, just hand over the Maserati." Hearing this, I let out a scoff. "Caleb. Do you know whose estate this is?" "Of course I know, this is the Blackwood family..." Bang! A heavy wooden cane flew out from inside the estate, landing squarely on Caleb's back. "Jerk!" Grandpa Elder emerged, his face contorted with rage. "That's your Luna! And you dare command her?!" Caleb clutched his back and looked up blankly. "Grandpa, what are you talking about? What Luna..."

​Across the lowlands, thousands of tactical transponders, armored vehicle displays, and outpost monitors suddenly flickered, their screens freezing before erupting into a synchronized, brilliant flash of administrative gold. ​The image that updated on every screen wasn't a military decree or a threat of violence. It was a flawless, high-definition streaming wireframe of the Project Regenesis agricultural restoration matrix, displaying the precise mathematical formulas for neutralizing the acid rain and reviving the dead soil of the eastern plains. ​And standing right at the center of the transmission feed was Vivian.

“No. Not yet. First, I’m going to remind her exactly who she fucked with. I’m going to break her… slowly, piece by piece. And when she’s begging at my feet, weeping for mercy, then I’ll decide if she gets to live.” I paused the video right on her face again. You should’ve minded your fucking business, Selvaggia. But it was too late for regrets. I’d seen what she was truly capable of, and I wasn't a man who let go of rare weapons. She belonged to me now. The file was waiting for me before the sun even cleared the horizon. I sat back in my chair, flipping through the crisp pages. Adrian’s intelligence network was flawless. Name: Scarlet Vale, 23.

How did he become my tenant at such short notice? If I can recall, it was an agent that rented out this place on my behalf, but then I didn't know the seller. One thing became obvious, he was here to ruin me and possibly stop my wedding from happening. There were a lot of questions I needed to ask him, but then I was disgusted by him. He seemed disappointed as I didn't accept the juice from him, and so he placed it on the table. Perhaps he poisoned it. There was a perceptible decline in his confidence.

Now she was back with these lies, ruining me. But Meadow, she couldn't believe any of this. I had to call her right away, explain everything before the story poisoned her mind. "Where's my phone?" I asked, patting my jacket pockets frantically. The company crisis could wait. Meadow was the only thing that truly mattered. She was the woman I loved, the mother of my daughter. I couldn't lose her to this. "Sir," Elena said, holding her tablet tightly. "I just got a text from Mr. Andrew Newton. He's pulling his investment from the South project."

What really shocked me was that Frank had regressed as well. But even if he had, it wouldn’t change a thing. Everything was set in stone now. This time, he was going to lose his private parts. He could forget about ever using me to ascend again!

Deirdre pursed her lips and said cautiously, "Sterry, what's the situation now? What did Emily do to keep Brendan awake all night?" Sterling raised his head, unable to hide the regret on his face. "This is my fault." Deirdre was taken aback, and Sterling continued. "I'm a member of the research institute. For some time, I've been working on a drug that helps insomniacs improve their sleep. The project is named i240. This medicine can be like incense. Ignite it and let the smell volatilize in the air. If you inhale it, you can't help but want to sleep. It stands to reason that this result should have been regarded as very successful..."