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I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

“Forget him,” Vinni said with a decisive wave of her hand, her arms crossed firmly over her chest as she leaned against the edge of Evelyn’s imposing mahogany desk. Her gaze was direct, her loyalty unwavering. “Avoid that manipulative bastard for a while. He wants to rattle you, Evelyn, to see if he still has the power to provoke a reaction. And you walking in there today, composed and presenting a powerful business proposition, scared the living hell out of him. That’s why he’s resorting to acting like a petulant, jealous child.”

Without his expression changing in any way she could read. She watched his face the entire time and found nothing and the finding of nothing was more terrifying than anything she'd anticipated because she had spent three years mapping every expression he had and this one wasn't in the map. When she finished the room was very quiet. She waited. He looked at the city. She looked at her hands. "The compound," he said finally. "V7. How long does it work." She held his gaze. "Six to eight weeks for independent neurological establishment," she said. "After that the compound becomes redundant. The fixation sustains itself."

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Sven said, his eyes fixed on the watch on his wrist. “Too slow?” I said, panting like I had just been chased. “Yes. I need you to strengthen those leg muscles. If your legs give up, then you'll give up. How strong your legs are determines how long you'll stay on your feet” Was Venus some sort of superspeeding machine? “You want to take a break before we go again?” I nodded “yes, please” “I'll be back in 10 minutes” he walked off, and I fell to the ground almost immediately.

Just data. Names. Faces. Conversations. Dozens of them. Hundreds. “This is Velvet’s next skeleton,” Violette said. “A real-time reflex system. Not static archives. Living blackmail. A memory that rewrites itself every time someone lies.” Isolde walked inside. The room responded to her. The screens shifted to show her every version of her, from club security footage to courtroom testimony to satellite angles on her fire escape. A screen overhead glitched. It showed Penelope. Then flicked to Dorian. Then to Vivienne smiling, unaware of the lens.

Vane continues. "He’s full of shit," I whisper. "Not for long," Chana says quietly. "Give it five minutes." Vane talks for another four minutes. It’s agonizing. Sitting in the dark, sweating through my shirt, listening to this bastard soak up the applause of a hundred and fifty other bastards. My fingers hover over the keyboard. They’re shaking a little. I flex my hands, forcing the muscles to loosen. "Thank you," Vane says, his voice echoing loudly. "Enjoy your evening."

"It's not a game skill, I learnt it." "Well, guess you're just a natural baboon then. Carry. Me." V was already getting on Erin's last few nerves, anger seething from every pore in his virtual body. Swinging back, he flung an enchanted rope across V's waist, before pivoting round to begin his leap. "Wait, no! What if my face gets-"

Xavy answered while Yves nodded his head, agreed to what Xavy said. Before Xyenth could spoke, Vhan's laptop keeps vibrates, both of them looked at his laptop. Well, they both sensitive even to a small sound, they easily hear it so it's not shocking for them to immediately hear the vibration from Vhan's laptop who was on the table, away from his master—Vhan. Vhan let go of hugging Heira and he went to his laptop, due to curiosity of them... they all followed Vhan to see who's the one who message him.