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They shouted, "Mr. Albert, please retreat to safety. We will handle this scoundrel!" "You guys?" Russell sneered at their words and confidently walked toward the group of masters. With each step he took, his presence grew more powerful until it reached its peak on the ninth step. The masters could feel their hair standing on end in the presence of this incredibly strong young man. He was undeniably a grandmaster and a remarkable one at that. What an extraordinary talent! Despite being the retainers of the Hackle family, they could not afford to back down. The Hackles had backup plans and armed forces at their disposal.

Thalia's eyes widened when he ran a finger down her chest and stopped right above her pelvic area "Have you forgotten I own you?" Owner her? How? Was she his property or something like that? Surely Natalia wasn't sleeping with Dominic too. Was she? Three men at the same time? Was she insane? "No. I haven't forgotten" "Good." Dropping his hand, he stepped back. "You'd better remember that the next time you open that mouth. My men will stay where they are until you find out where Orlando is. Understood"

Adrian followed a tributary upstream, intrigued by its course. Even he was affected by this tributary. At its end stood a man, who seemed to be at the very edge of this world’s existence. When Adrian saw the man, the entire line of fate seemed to be disrupted. The man sensed something was amiss, and with a brief exclamation, he vanished from sight. Adrian was deeply perplexed. Could this man be the world master? Why did he differ from the descriptions given by Eloise and the immortal world? As someone at the pinnacle of existence, there was no reason for him to conceal himself.

I don’t even know how to react but only look at him intently. How can he keep something like this to me? Are all of the people inside that mansion werewolves? Master didn’t say anything as he clenched his fist. He decided to approach me but when he was about to hold my hands, I stepped away. His jaw tightened from what I did as he walked away from me first, “F-Follow me, please, I won’t hurt you,” I looked at Judeo. He looked like he was pleading for me to come with him as I nodded before following the master from behind.

He struggled to swallow the saliva as he remembered. "Okay, I give up." Dante raised his palms, indicating that he had given up arguing with Richie. "First, I'll answer why the Great Master is searching for young geniuses behind closed doors in several countries. He is looking for assistants who can be trusted to help him run the company." Richie immediately glared at Dante. He reflexively stepped forward and almost hit Dante on the head if the man in the fedora hadn't blocked Richie's hand and stepped back. "Don't be absurd! I have the right to run this company!" Richie protested with a clenched jaw.

He said chuckling. "With me." He completed smiling at her creepily. She didn't say anything further. She decided to just ignore him and let him do whatever he wants. He looks like some gangster with messy hair and chains wrapped around his neck. Tattoos peeking out of his neck and hands. It crept her out. How can her master bring her to such a dangerous and creepy party? "Come on you don't have to lie. I know you're alone. I don't mind giving you a company for a night or maybe more." He whispered again taking a step closer to her.

They just couldn't find something which would bring him from his highly revered position. He didn't have a wife, not a girlfriend. Traces of his origin couldn't be found, no matter how they tried. How could they deal with someone like that? =================== In a dimly lit room, Master sat calmly on his king-sized bed. He had just returned from his bar, after an intense sex with those ladies. The pitter patter sounds from the raindrops against his window distracted him for a minute. He got up, and walked over to the window. It was raining.

The man just loved putting himself on a pedestal. We reached his private quarters and Maren held up a halting hand. "When you return, get back to me. There is something I need you to do." "Yes, Master Maren." There was a slave girl waiting at the door. She looked washed up the same way I was. And she was very pretty too. "Wait here until you are called," Maren instructed and left. We said nothing to each other until the door opened for us to enter. Lord Kael was waiting for us. He was wearing an unbuttoned red robe and pants. And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us.

Lucas It was beautiful as I recalled the flashbacks of the intensity of the things we did in his office at work! Thank goodness the building is soundproof I can’t imagine someone hearing us like his secretary and he asked me to his penthouse, us alone. In the drive there I couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear and so excited about seeing this man again…i drive through the gates into the massive penthouse the butler showed me in as I carried my canvas. Immediately I opened the door there he is waiting for me the thought made a tingle run down my toes I dropped the canvas and work bag.

Two nights earlier, I had stood alone inside his private study praying for the walls to swallow me whole, the memory still clung to me like ice beneath my skin, I remembered standing outside his office doors while armed guards watched silently from either side. “Knock,” one ordered. My shaking knuckles barely touched the wood when he answered. “Come in, Leah.” Even his voice frightened me, I stepped inside carefully, lowering my gaze immediately the way the Mothers had trained us since childhood. The Master sat near a glowing television screen, one arm resting comfortably against a dark leather chair. Candlelight flickered across polished shelves lined with forbidden books ordinary members w