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He mostly talked on the importation and exportion of the country. He made it aware that the country is trying it's possible best to never owe anyone or go in debt. Everyone was always glad about the good news that my Dad always have to say and the selection news fuels their happiness and takes it to another level. As much as I don't agree to every of my father's decisions , I won't lie that he makes a great King who puts the happiness of his people first. Now I see why the selection is important to my Dad and the people of Orlander. It gives them a form of happiness to know that they are part of the decision making of the country. It shows that the monarch is fair and as the Prince of Orlan

Life settled into a peaceful rhythm. Three months later, the monthly examination results were out. Oscar had climbed from near the bottom of the rankings to the top of the class. The entire academy was stunned. Of course, there were still jealous voices. "What can't the Alpha family do? Getting him a top ranking would be easy." "Exactly. He's always been near the bottom. There's no way he improved that much." I wasn't surprised at all. Oscar had awakened his wolf spirit before turning eighteen. He was a genuine prodigy. As long as he took things seriously, achievements like these were effortless for him.

Smiling, he then turned towards Serena. "And you?" Mr. Carter asked curious. The anticipating look in his eyes made her realize that he was expecting her to be another big name like Reed and Shanice. She felt being crushed down by his awaiting gaze. "Serena Adams," Serena replied in a small tone. "Adams," Mr. Carter jogged his memory but the name didn't ring a bell.

Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?" "Mr. Chapman Senior was very clear. Beatrice chose Nathaniel as her fiancé," Isaac added. George cut him off. "No, that can't be right. There must have been some mix-up!" He then turned to me, desperation in his eyes. "Bea, this is a mistake, right? You picked me, but Grandpa must have misheard." "I chose Nate," I answered with a cold smile. Nathaniel's head snapped up at the way I addressed him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

I said. Solomon sighed heavily on the other end of the line, his voice shaky with emotion. "You brat. Wait for me. I'll be there to pick you up." - I set the phone down, my teeth gritted. I could only stare at the happy scene in front of me. Giselle Schneider, smiling brightly, was leaning into my brother, Kevin Sullivan's, arms. My father was pulling out his credit card to pay for the dress, without a second thought.

p "Brandon." He smiled, a small, tiny smile, just a quick barely there lift of his lips, but I saw it, and I wanted to see it again. I sighed. "I'll be honest and say, I put off thinking about all of this as much as possible. You have to understand that this isn't normal–I mean, two boys fighting for me? I'm up for that. But two twins who look exactly alike that I've barely known for five weeks asking me to choose between them? On top of that, one them isn't even gay–It's a lot at stake here and I'm not talking about my job–just in general. I really don't want to waste my time, Brandon. This isn't some teen drama." His head fell forward when he nodded.