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I didn't dare to even down, I could only look forward. We reached the first obstacle. A wall slick with slime and spiked edges. Madison scrambled up with practiced speed jumping over to the other side, Peyton almost slipped but clawed her way through. Nerisse on the other hand didn't even hesitate. Her eyes glowed as she held onto the spikes without swaying. She climbed up easily and dropped to the other side making my stomach turn. My turn.

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.

What? "He took over your body for a few minutes, Za," said Keanu again with a worried tone. The guy took a deep breath and massaged his temples. “You even hurt Kenzo. Before he took over your body, you fainted from the attack. Be honest with me, how many times a day can you get attacked?"

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

This is the end. The deck tilts gently beneath my feet, a slow, mocking motion, and I have to steady myself against the railing to keep from collapsing, because my legs no longer trust me to hold my weight. I hear the engines, low and steady, and beneath them the quiet movements of men who know exactly what they are here to do. No one is shouting. No one is rushing. That is what terrifies me the most.

Then he drove his fist into the glass, shattering it and slicing his knuckles. "Teresa, Silas, if I'm going to hell anyway, I'm taking you both with me." … Meanwhile, sunlight poured into the old textile mill in the West District, but the atmosphere inside had turned frigid. Martin Cole, the structural engineer overseeing the renovation, stood there holding a newly completed geological survey report. His expression was grim as he said, "Silas, Avery, we've got a serious problem." Martin adjusted his safety glasses and pointed toward the east-side window Walter had repeatedly insisted they preserve.

"You're letting a mere surrogate look at your phone?" "Yeah," He said with a nod, his voice very soft. "You can look through it whenever you want. As much as you want." "Enough!" I shook him off, my eyes cold. "How long are you rich people going to keep playing these games? When the woman you loved died, your first thought wasn't to stay loyal to her. It was to spend money on a stand-in. After you find one, you put her on a pedestal when you're happy, then throw her into the bin once you get bored."

To numb himself, Sean entered his old routine after returning to the law firm, working insane overtime hours. This time, however, without me by his side, every case suddenly felt far more difficult. He had to handle everything himself now, from checking every detail to correcting every typo. The successes he once thought came easily now demanded several times the effort.

" At that moment, Gideon resembled a demon god. He stood unwavering at the cabin entrance. No matter how the toxic miasma assaulted him, it couldn't move him an inch. His gaze was as piercing as lightning, searching for something. Suddenly, Gideon glanced in a specific direction, and a smile formed at the edges of his lips. "Got it!" he declared. He launched a punch with incredible speed. His fist shone brightly, piercing through the poisonous mist and creating a clear space. A moment later, the sound of impact was followed by a piercing scream. Kori shouted, "Gideon, did you hit the Shadowgnaw Overlord?" "No," Gideon replied, shaking his head. He thought for a moment and said, "That wasn't