Satine Anais Geraldine Macht นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She asked. The lady was shocked as how Loverina called his name ordinarily. She turned to her assistant and noticed the same shock his face as well. The lady made the first move. “My name is Annie and i am from the Classic Fashion LTD. And with me here is my assistant, Gabriel.” She introduced as they walked closer.

I open my mouth to say something, but someone beats me to it. “ April, Santino is looking for you,” A maid calls her, and I finally learn her name. I have been afraid to ask what her name is because it would be too embarrassing to ask for it now when we have been chatting for quite a while. I am happy the maid saved me all the trouble, including the embarrassment. I proceed to make myself a little snack and I decide on a sandwich, hunger will be the end of me.

Chapter 20 Meanwhile, Nathan sat in his chair, his eyes not leaving the laptop screen that displayed several articles and a person's track record. His face looked serious, occasionally squinting, making sure that the information he was reading was correct. In front of him, Samon—his personal assistant—stood with an expressionless face, waiting for a reaction from his superior. "So, are you sure about this information?" Nathan's voice sounded deep and tense. Samon nodded. "Yes, sir. I've checked from various sources. Miss Elena is indeed the person behind the name Queen Elisabeth. She is the legendary designer who has been so mysterious."

Although Luna was unclear what was the situation between Thomas Gerald and his family, based on the information from Anne, she had no good impression of this international superstar at all. As such, she silently closed the search result on the computer and changed the topic of her conversation with Anne, which she noticed. She knew Luna was slightly older than her and had been through a lot more than her. Thus, she did not force Luna to admire the same thing as she did. However… [Anne: I saw Shannon, Zayne, Samson, and your assistant, Arianna the other day.]

An International treasure, even Lilith, who was considered a queen in the country, paled in comparison. "Anabel," Lilith said, her smile tight. She hadn't imagined there was another person in the closet. "Lovely to see you too, Lilith," Anabel replied, her tone light but pointed. She turned her attention to Anaïs, her expression softening. "And you must be Anaïs. I’ve heard a lot about you." Anaïs blinked in surprise. "You have?" "Of course," Anabel remarked warmly as she put a reassuring hand on Anaïs's shoulder . "This evening, you have certainly made an impression. And by the way, your outfit is gorgeous. Green suits you perfectly.

Salena quickly apologized when she realized that she was the only maid that had not yet gotten to work. The other maids were already surrounding Asana as their hands worked busily to arrange and prepare Asana’s outfit. Salena quickly moved to assist the other maids while feeling thankful of the tough training that she had undergone to get the preparation right. “Since you want me to do well tonight, why don’t you tell me a little something about Prince Darius’s preferences,” Asana requested as she kept her eyes on her reflection in the mirror. “What would you like to know precisely?” Madame Sand replied calmly.

Ashley raised her voice from a distance and took her seat. “Oh, crap. She is mad!” Gerald placed his forehead on Aniya’s bare shoulder, “Now she will kill me.” “No. She won’t. She is kinder than me. So go and apologize. By the way, why are you late?” she squeezed her eyes to shake off the sleep from her eyes, “I overslept.” He raised his head and waved at Justin who was continuously throwing a teasing smile, “I need to go.” Aniya saw Gerald walking away and then turned back to Marwick, “You are the only one without a date,” she tried to sound nonchalant, but Marwick could detect remorse in her voice.

He heard the soft click of the French door behind him and turned. Sabatine stood framed in the light from the villa. She wore a dress he’d never seen—a fluid column of emerald green silk that seemed to drink the twilight and glow with its own inner light. It was simple, sleeveless, cut to the delicate hollow of her throat, and it moved with her like water. Her hair was swept up in a loose knot, a few rebellious strands already escaping to curl at her nape. She wore no jewellery. She needed none.

Her last breath was a choked whisper, "Anne, I'm so sorry..." Anne stood over her, breathing heavily, her eyes filled with a cold, unyielding fury. "Sorry won't bring back the lives you ruined. Sorry won't erase the pain you caused. This is the end, Geraldine." As Geraldine's life ebbed away, Anne felt a surge of dark satisfaction, her powers growing ever stronger. She was unstoppable now, a force of nature fueled by vengeance and the dark legacy of her origins.

Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."