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I was right," she smiled, giving up. - No more, dear! The São Joaquim School doesn't need you anymore. It was absurd! I had just lost my job because of a mother who tried to bribe me. I had worked at the school for years, the school was part of me. I spent more time there than in my own home, I dedicated all my time to that school. - Ok ok ok! - Oh but before I left, Macia was going to listen to me - I couldn't stand to look at your sour face anymore, you unloved old woman. Have a nice day. Witch. I left the Satan's sample room more relieved, after a lot of cursing. But also out of a job. It wasn't possible, this was the school where I liked to teach the most and from one moment to another e

No profile. But under “suggested accounts” one name popped: Midnight Motors. She tapped it. Photo after photo loaded. Colt under car hoods, sleeves rolled up, back turned, face always shadowed by the garage light or a car door. She couldn’t see his face, but the build, the height… it was him. “Trying to be mysterious,” Beatrice muttered. Then she remembered what Zenni said a “I actually like him” and Beatrice’s jaw tightened. She backed out and went to her own profile. Her latest post from this morning had 18k comments and counting. All from “FIRI” fanbase.

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

With that, the two women went in search of a town’s past. The drive back from the hospital was a sombre affair. In the backseat, Beatrice sat with Lucas, her head resting on his shoulder, and on occasion she caught her father’s eyes flitting to her in the driver’s mirror. The concern in his eyes echoed her own feelings of frustration and confusion. As the car arrived on the outskirts of Dorsal Finn, Beatrice asked her father to pull over. “You okay, love?” George asked as he parked the vehicle on a patch of ground cut into the embankment.

Ahead of us, the narrow dirt path wound upward toward the cliffs, the ground already turning into a thick, treacherous soup of mud and decaying leaves. "Look," I gasped, pointing through the gray blur of the storm. A hundred yards up the trail, the beam of Christopher's tactical light caught the wet, reflective fabric of a dark gray trench coat. Beatrice was moving fast, her blond hair completely ruined by the downpour, clinging to her neck as she scrambled over the jagged stone steps leading toward the upper overlook. She wasn't running like a panicked woman; her movements were deliberate, her hand clutching a small, metallic data drive tight against her ribs.

"Before I ended up on the streets, I heard the rumors, Zyran kicked Beatrice off the board of directors and cut off her credit cards and banished her back to New York, he humiliated her just to protect Roosevelt." "Beatrice is here in New York?" I asked, my heart racing. "She is," Mina nodded. "And Beatrice knows all the hidden offshore accounts, she knows the board members who secretly hate Zyran, If you want to take his company, you need his mother on your side." I sat back in my chair, my mind spinning with possibilities. If I could get Beatrice King to support my takeover, Zyran’s empire would crumble. "I will find her," I said firmly. "I will set up a meeting with Beatrice tomorrow."