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“Like what?” “Like that stressful way people of the old age speak,” Dalian was the one who answered. “You could have said that sentence in like five words, but you chose to prolong it.” Darius rolled his eyes. “Nerd.” Ravenna nudged him with her elbow. “He’s not. Or maybe just a little.” “People!” Lucian cut in, frustration tightening his features. “Can we just go back to what we were talking about?” “Ah, yes,” Darius answered. “We were talking about how Mia was going to accompany Dalian–I mean Lucian. Mia is going to go with Dalian and Lucian.”

Game on Marcello Nelson, because I’ve read the bible, too. I held my composure. "Like a fluttering sparrow or a darting swallow, an undeserved curse will not land on its intended victim." Almost imperceptibly, his head jerked back as if he couldn't believe I could quote the bible also. And at that instant, Josh pushed back his chair with a loud screech and grabbed my hand, pulling me from my chair. "Enough, Dalia. We're leaving." "No," ringed Marcello's voice. "Dinner has already begun. You shall stay." He leaned back in his chair, tracing his index finger across his lower lip as his gaze remained locked with mine. "You’ve got a pair of balls on you, Miss Dalia."

He was Dane from Dallas Moneylender. “Ms. Quint isn’t in her office. I’m her assistant. Is there anything I can help you with?” Riley went to the lobby to meet the group upon receiving the message from the front desk. “We are from the local branch of Dallas Moneylender. Please tell your chairwoman to return us the two-billion-dollar funding the company applied for,” Dane said while enjoying a drink in the reception area. As her eyes widened, Riley said angrily, “Our chairwoman applied for funding from the government. Why should we give you the money?”

Velmont opened the door widely and, to their surprise, Gertrude, Vesper, and Quillion were having tea inside the room. “What’s happening here?” Alpha Qillalon asks in disbelief. A feeling that Eleanor also expressed. “Quillion, what is he doing here?” she said to herself. Quillion smiled as he slowly fixed his sleeves, hiding the marks from the blood oath that slowly turned invisible to his skin. He was not supposed to speak, but when he saw Eleanor nearby he blurted out, “I’m just talking to Vesper. Trying to get to know more of her and telling her how lucky she is to be your chosen mate.”

Mateo said, his voice laced with skepticism. Lilah's laughter was throaty and seductive. "Leave that to me, Mateo. I'll take care of the lawyers. You just worry about getting your family to sign on the dotted line." Mateo's eyes locked on hers, a plan forming in his mind. He knew it was risky, but with Lilah by his side, he felt invincible. *PRESENT* Santiago's voice was barely above a whisper, "What...what have we done?" Mateo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with triumph. "You've handed me the company on a silver platter. And now, I'm afraid you're no longer needed."

said Dillan as he adjusted the camera he was holding. “Gosh, is it really just their tapa? Maybe you’re referring to the woman you’re talking about!” spear by some staff. “Tch, that’s it! That’s great!” Farrah added. “Hey, you’re jelly. Let me find you guys later to make this trip memorable for you,” Dillan told her before hugging her. “You really have a dirty mind!” Farrah said to him before pushing him hard on his stomach. “Ouch! You really like to be cariño bruta, huh?” Dillan yelled at her.

Delilah’s POV The pale morning light spilled through the balcony doors, warming the marble floors of the villa. My laptop glowed against the polished table, Quinn’s face framed on the screen. She looked neat as always, dark blazer crisp, hair tied back, voice calm even as she scrolled through figures on her end. “…so the Milan deal is moving forward, though the Shanghai extension is still pending,” Quinn was saying. I barely heard her. My chest was tight, my patience thinner than paper. “Pending?” I snapped, leaning forward. “Why is it pending when it should’ve been cleared yesterday?”

Lilia’s hand went cold in Sion’s grip. Julian Vane wasn't just a rival; he was a scavenger who specialized in finding the cracks in a person's history and prying them open with a crowbar. The "other business partner" Julian mentioned was Danny—Lilia’s ex, a man whose primary "entrepreneurial" skill was convincing Lilia to co-sign a high-interest loan for a "gourmet food truck" that had eventually been repossessed in a Target parking lot.

he said with a smile on his face. "My turn," said Dilan "No wait I'm not done". "If you are going to be interrogating me, then the drinks will be double and for every question you ask me, you will have to take them yourself unless I don't answer any " I promise to answer all your questions' said Dilan smiling. "'It's worth it' I said smiling. "You're finished, go ahead shoot," he said mockingly. "Are you in love with somebody?" I asked him, hoping he would confess his love for Alicia.

I wondered if they knew about us… “You both can leave now. Thank you.” After the maids left, Dilan began to eat. He appeared so relaxed, like he had a hundred things in motion and he was certain not even one would go wrong. He was so different from the Dilan I thought I knew back at the pack. “I know you’re hungry. So eat. We’re going out.” “D-ilan… please, I just want to understand what’s happening. So please, tell me.” He took a sip of orange juice, then set the glass down. “What do you want to know, apart from the fact that your mate wants you dead?”