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That way, he could duck behind Amanda and act all pitiful, saying, "Why is Steven being so aggressive?" It was the perfect foil for his own innocent act. He'd done it countless times three years ago. However, the old me back then reacted that way because I cared about Amanda. I loved her and didn't want her to get too close to another man. I empathized with her for the emotional trauma she'd endured since childhood. I wanted her to feel loved. I remembered every word she ever said to me back then. But this time, I simply frowned and remarked, "Your acting is a little over the top this time, Mr. Lewis."

It's a good thing I manage to balance myself well. "Zai-," I quickly face the person behind me as I scream. "Oh, my Goddesses!" I hold my chest and my knees turn to jelly and slowly lose their strength. But before my butt meets the hard floor, a strong arm grabs my left arm cause me to face my right and almost bump into something hard as a wall. "Hey, careful!" His baritone voice makes my knees give up and just fall. Note, only my knees, okay? His golden-brown eyes are the first one that meets my shaking eyes. I try my best not to look perplexed and shocked.

George stormed forwards and sent wave after wave of true energy rushing Harold's way. Harold knew that he was no match for George at all and thus did not attempt to counter his attack. Instead, he focused on defense, darting left and right to evade George's attack. However, George already attained the Intermediate Overlord State and was far more powerful than Harold was, and even though he managed to dodge George's attacks with this tactic, he inevitably fell victim to several of George's powerful strikes.

I groaned, lifting a mace. The head was spherical, and spikes shot out every which way; one wrong move and a finger was impaled. If it fell to the ground and hit my feet, I knew I would become known as Izon-the-cripple for the rest of my life. But I grazed my thoughts aside and rested the weapon on a clip. Then lifted a spear and flipped it in my hand, before placing it in another clip. I had dropped all my cargo on the floor, and the clank reverberated across the walls. I hated the echo as it made my skin crawl.

I pushed him away, saying, "Leave, Zachary. I don't want to see you. Stop disrupting my work here." However, he caught my hand and said, "Come back with me, Claire. We can start over. You don't have to keep doing this dangerous, filthy work. As long as you say yes, you can go back to being the wealthy and respected Mrs. Gardner, living a life of pure luxury." Before I could respond, a mocking voice rang out from the distance. "Dangerous and filthy work, is it? I guess this ex of yours doesn't understand you at all."

Not over the pounding in my ears. Not over the memory of the photograph. Not over the fact that I might be carrying his…. A loud horn shatters the air. I hear screeching. Too late The impact isn’t what I expect. It doesn’t just throw me, It folds me. A sickening thud. My body twisting. The cold metal kissing bone. Then the ground. My back hits the floor. I taste iron in my mouth. And for a moment, everything goes still. I think I hear someone yelling.

Jaxon handled the entire execution process, and I couldn't be bothered to interfere either. They were so worried that I would sabotage them that they spent all their energy guarding against me, only to end up shooting themselves in the foot. If they had let me supervise just once, I could have pointed out their mistakes in time. But since they were so full of themselves, they could learn it the hard way. Hailey's company didn't deserve such an excellent project, so I revamped the original project blueprints and used them for my new company. Since I oversaw every detail myself, the quality was top-tier, and Julia signed a contract with me worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

And, his predatory calmness. That! he gave her the heebie gibbies. She knew instantly that there was more to him than he let on. Clicking on her g****e app, she g****ed his image. ‘No results found…’ went the monotonous voice of her G****e assistant. She tried and tried, each time, altering the image In some way she thought the android would be able to recognize something of importance. But the voice of the g****e assistance kept saying the same thing over and over again.