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It wasn’t that she was timid—no, she had never been the timid type—but sitting in front of Peter made her nerves twist inside her. Peter was a dangerously handsome man. A kind of handsome that didn’t make sense. His icy blue eyes held a quiet intensity. His jawline was sharp, his body built with effortless strength, and the subtle confidence around him was something any woman would fall for. Any woman would go weak at the knees for him. He wasn’t an ordinary man. He was the CEO of PS Bank, a billion-dollar financial empire. The main headquarters was in Madayaka, with branches stretching into Carminton and Teriporto. He was powerful. Wealthy. A billionaire everyone knew. A man who carried a r

It felt like selfishness to him. “Seems like somebody is starting to miss me a lot”. Peter said smiling at Antiono. He offered Antiono cake bread and lemon tea. Antiono took the items from him and hissed . “ Okay so if you're going to be giving me attitude, maybe you should find somewhere else”. Peter said golfing in a full sliced caked into his mouth. Antiono laughed at the sound of his voice. “Okay well,am actually okay and at the same time am not”. Antiono said heaving a sigh of relief,he relaxed his back on the couch.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Thomas introduces the beta and she waves shyly. “Reina” Logan says looking her over causing all the females giggle except Mila who has a disgusted expression. “Excuse my Beta manners Reina, you seem to have shocked him. His name is Logan.” Taylor says and chuckles. "Hi Logan" Reina says with a smile. She is pretty, average height, curly blonde hair and bright purple eyes, but my Riah is still the prettiest woman in this world. "Hi" Logan says with a blush.

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.

Peter's pov I'm Peter Ace Carnell, a 16-year-old. I can say that I'm not that good at school, but I'm good at selling things, sports, boxing and, for my luck, I'm good at programming especially hacking. My life isn't easy. I live with my mother. I work in the Blackstone mafia as a stealer, so I steal cars, jewelry, money... Sometimes I distribute drugs and even sell them. Anyway, I was punished by the men in the mafia several times but not as harshly as the other kids working here. Once one of the leaders got really angry with me and hit me with the belt. I'm really scared of belts to the point that I don't wear one.

"You're Peter, right?" He immediately nod and hug the documents he's holding. "Yes Ma'am. I'm Peter Wills, Mr Ildefonso's secretary" He sound nervous. The tone of his voice is a bit funny because he seems reporting something to me as if I am his commander. "I'm Selena Castania," I pause and tilt my head. "Sain's wife" He smile and bow his head. "Nice meeting you Miss Selena, I usually heard your name to Mr. Ildefonso" he said.

Peter assured her. “Thanks, Peter. You're a lifesaver." Dee added before hanging up the receiver. Dee sat and waited for a whole five minutes before she heard Peter knocking on her office door. "Ms. Delaney, it's Peter." "You may enter," Dionnah said. Peter shoved his bald head inside first. His glasses sat crookedly on his elongated face. But don't be fooled by his nerdy look. He was a certified womanizer. He had bedded almost 90% of the female population at Delaney Designs. He had style, dressed in a crisp Prada suit that hugged his lean body nicely. He possessed a little class too, because he never spoke a word about any of his sexual encounters with anyone. If it wasn't for a few of the