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Lucius arrived in a hurry, he entered the control room in the biggest mall. Serra immediately came over, leaving her expression looking very bad. "That CCTV camera caught a picture of Miss Riley with Mike." She immediately reported on what she had just seen, they were in a hurry and because the call she had made had not been connected at all, Serra became very panicked. She remembered the last time she saw Mike, who came to their office, it was evident then that Riley's ex-husband wanted to approach Riley—he was obsessed with his ex-wife.

He instructed. I pulled out the white thick folder and opened it. “What is this?” I asked. “List of our accomplishments.” He proudly said. I stayed quiet while reading the portfolio of their missions. I could feel my heartbeat racing in every turn of pages. What the actual fuck?! I lost time just by reading. Some of the reports were heartbreaking and I had to take a moment before continuing again. "We are here." Grandmaster said. I looked outside and saw an old gate. "I'll just open the gate." He said and removed his seat belt.

Ellen had sent something instead. It was written boldly; I DON'T CARE IF YOU KILL ME, LARRY, BUT REMEMBER I STILL HAVE YOUR DEEPEST SECRET. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT… DYLAN! "What's this?" Chloe thought. Before she could blink her eyes, Ellen sent another; Prank message, girl! Did you fall for that? Lol. Please, can you delete the message from your side? I might get in trouble if the CEO finds out. Thank you. I'm going to send the schedule right away!

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His expression didn’t shift. “Sit down,” he said. I hesitated for a moment before pulling out a chair across from him. The silence stretched as I poured myself a cup of coffee. “You made a move,” he said finally, tone measured. My brow furrowed. “What kind of move?” He slid his iPad across the table, the glowing screen frozen on a single line in a sea of transactions, a wire transfer. “$50,000,000 – WestPoint Holdings.” I didn’t flinch, but the twitch in my jaw gave me away. He leaned back slowly in his chair. “Want to explain why fifty million dollars just walked out of the company?”

“Scared of what, exactly?” “I don't want my secret to be revealed.” I let out, already pouring out what I had preserved for long on my mind. “Mom, I have marks on my body and if this Thane Wrest Omegas start to find out, they may gain interest in me and hunt me down, forcing me to become a mate of any of them.” “How did you know all these, though?” My ghost mother asked me, her voice reserved hurriedly, as it went lower than she wanted it to be. “I wonder how you knew all these secrets.”

"A bank statement for a secret account under the name of Camila Wilson. Ten million dollars was deposited there this afternoon from the account of our rival company, the Arnault Group. They’ve wanted our port project canceled for a long time, haven't they?" Damian took the papers. His eyes scanned every number listed there. His jaw tightened until the muscles in his neck bulged. To him, physical evidence was the absolute truth. "Damian, look at me!" Camila grabbed the hem of Damian’s trousers, pleading desperately. "I am your wife. I don't need that money! I have everything with you. Why would I do something so despicable to Clara, whom I love so much?" Damian looked down at Camila’s hand cl

she asked in an accusatory tone. “No!” Mika shouted defensively. “I’m just as surprised as all of you.” “Mika, no one knows real estate or construction around here like you do,” Rachel stated. “I swear. I didn’t know Scott was . . . well, who he is. I only got into real estate four years ago. By that time, Scott Kelly,” she said as she formed quotation marks with her fingers, “had already dropped out of sight. I couldn’t even find a F******k page with him on it.”

" yes." "Why do you have to yield to his want? He's just a third-generation spoilt brat" Even rolled her eyes in annoyance" "he knows our secret! He can..." " How? You said everyone who knows works for White Tigers. Ho..how? This is fvcked up!" "For real! I'm frustrated!" "Seb! Tell him! He will help us, right? He took the marrow after all" "We can't. You and I know How he's, he's ruthless, he might silence us for good "

he told the chauffeur. The trail of cars that had come the same way left separately. Cause majority of the bodyguards followed Maverick while the rest took the Winston couple to the torture house. That's a place Maverick built for cruel people like this old couple. ***** “What the f*ck is going on!? Why are the shareholders suddenly selling their shares!?,” Owen asked as he looked at the man in front of him. They were checking the company's reports when they suddenly received info that the shareholders with smaller shares are selling their shares to someone.