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Alan working out on the treadmill. She had always complained coldly that he was being too noisy, but she couldn't help secretly looking up at him every so often while she worked. Eight years had passed, but time didn't seem to have left many marks on him. He was still as handsome as he had been in college. Only, for some reason, the smile on his face had grown rarer and rarer. Bianca shifted glumly and lay down. Then, something dug into her. When she got up and looked, it was a watch. Bianca almost didn't recognize it anymore.

I shrugged while my gaze was still on the screen of my phone as I was looking for the best shade to purchase. "It was because he did not make it a big deal. Did you get it? There were times when you girls just making things more complicated." he was so deadpanned. I took a glance at him as he smoothly turned to the other way while his left arm was rested on the window while touching his lower lip using his index finger. "Don't depend on him. Guys are just so insensitive." I shook my head while giving him a wry smile. He laughed a bit as he looked at me. "You just too paranoid." I just smile and shook my head as opposing what he just said.

I immediately rushed towards him and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him away from the flames that were still trying to eat its way through the cold soil. The sound of a Coal Smoker’s horn blaring wakes me up again. I take a few more breaths and continue to crawl through the baggage. Finally after going through hundreds of other dead Legionnaires baggage I finally see a pack with the words written on its side saying “Pack light, work right.” It was Riiger’s pack, I had finally found it. …

But in the end, he fell silent and simply replied, "Alright." Then he turned and walked out first. Without even glancing my way, my pups skipped toward Zoe. I overheard Katrina whispering to James, "This is great. We get to eat out and don't have to deal with Mommy's moods. We can order whatever we want, and Zoe's keeping us company. If only it could be like this every day!" I stood alone in the villa. Not a single one came to comfort me. I probably meant nothing to Ethan. He couldn't even be bothered to argue with me.

Arabella shielded me behind her and said with a smile, “Have a good evening, Mr. Suede. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. By the way, the security at the entrance mentioned that your car is double-parked. Mind moving it?” Patrick clenched his fists, his knuckles popping. In the end, he walked away without another word. That night, the business news channels replayed the dramatic moment in a loop. Nestled in my office sofa, Arabella scrolled through the comments on her phone and doubled over with laughter. “Check this one out. The CEO of Suede Corporation turned sour as Brimble Network’s Power Duo took home the win. This journalist sure has a way with words. They deserve a raise. Hah

“What’s going on here? This hotel is under Lowe Corporation! If anything goes wrong, neither of us can afford to clean it up. Call the police. Get that watch back!” Cara hadn’t said a word through it all. Her gaze toward me turned colder, filled with growing disgust. She was probably embarrassed to be associated with me, afraid I’d ruin her reputation in front of these people. Glowing with satisfaction, Luthen turned back to my daughter and reached out his hand, voice soft as he said, “Were you scared, sweetheart? Come to me. I’ve got more chocolate for you.” However, she ignored him completely. She pushed past the people crowding around, reached out for my hand, and said in her clear, child

Greyson growled with a hand clamped over his mouth, blood trickling through the gaps between his fingers. "She dislocated my arm!" Theodore yelled. "Someone pop it back in for me! Ow, ow, ow! That hurts!" Cole's friends closed in on me. My cumbersome wedding dress was my greatest disadvantage, for it took them no effort to pin me to the ground. Greyson snarled menacingly, "Cole, this woman knows too much. We can't let her live." "Not today," Cole bit out. "It's my big day with Camilla. I won't have bloodshed."

Her voice was soft and timid as she said, “My parents are both gone. No one ever taught me that. Besides, there are so many cookies here, I only had a tiny piece. Why are you being so aggressive?” I remembered Ashley. I’d seen her personnel file before. Back then, I thought if she could make Sean so infatuated, she must have something remarkable about her. However, looking at her now, perhaps not. She clung to Sean as if he were her lifeline, and I followed her gaze until I finally met Sean’s eyes. We stared at each other in silence for a long moment. Over the sound of her sobs, Sean tossed a black card onto the table. “Jane, this petty, relentless behavior is not like you.”

“You had a bad time, dear?” The bell on the door jangled. Trish, her part-timer, waved from across the shop as she headed to greet the customer who entered. Turning back to Judi, Mackenzie sighed. “It was… a disaster. It’s not worth rehashing. I don’t have the energy for it…” “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry. You’re just not your usual chipper self today.” Numb resignation settled over Mackenzie. “Guess I’m going through a philosophical adjustment period.”

My phone buzzed faintly next to me, but I ignored it, too engrossed in the file I was reviewing. The sound of running water echoed from the open bathroom door. Rominic's voice carried through the space as he talked about his day, weaving details about a difficult client and a frustrating product launch into the hum of the shower. I half-listened, my eyes scanning the lines of the document in my lap. "And then the old man had the nerve to criticize the campaign visuals," Rominic grumbled.