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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.”

She told him briefly what had happened the night before. "And you're just telling me that casually?" he said angrily. “Didn't I tell you not to put yourself in unnecessary danger?” “What should I have done? I wanted to see what was going on, and I had no idea what was going to happen.' 'And you have no idea who it could have been?' he asked, more calmly. 'No, it went much too fast. In principle, anyone could be a candidate, it seems everyone here has some dark secrets.” “I'd like to get you out of there right now,” declared Walter uneasily. 'But now that we're starting to figure things out, it would be good if you stayed. Unless you want to go, in which case I won't force you."

She couldn't think of an answer. After her talk with Cherry, Wanda returned home ready to confront Elliot but when she got back, he wasn't in. She decided to channel her emotions into painting while waiting for him to get back. To get some inspiration, Wanda went upstairs and stood in front of the secret room. She knew that was where Elliot kept all of his paintings and although she had promised herself she would mind her business, she wanted to see his art collection badly. Wanda looked at the door and reached for the handle but she stopped herself, she wouldn't go snooping, also the room would probably be locked so she turned away but she returned almost immediately, curiosity got the best

Liana's group was busy fixing and preparing for the competition. Meanwhile, in a secret place on Earth, several mysterious men in suits were in a meeting with Walter Roberts. "Can your method really work?" One of the mysterious men asked solemnly, and Walter Roberts's lips curved into a chilling smile. "Do you still doubt my ability?" Of course, no one would suspect the power of the man who had almost brought the world to its knees. However, they were protected around him. "We can follow the method you described, but we need to test it first. We'll execute the plan when everything is clear." Walter Roberts smiled faintly, seemingly uninterested in their intent.

"One of your greatest habits Williams is your ability to repeat the same thing with it not sounding the same because you already told me these things before, I wanna know something else, like some deep shit secret like your family, is a mafia family or something like you are secretly a crown prince who ran away,"

He said to her and her heart missed a beat at the thought. “I can only do the little I can, so whatever secret you know you have, …” He said. “I don’t have any secrets.” She snapped at him and he could say no more.

Wayne chuckled and released her. “Believe me, I know. Which is why I always dodge doing anything with him,” he replied and Olive laughed. She looked behind him and saw the other guys. “Hey guys! How was the mission? Any good news?” “Walter is a freaking password,” Shem answered with a shrug and walked past them to sit his butt down. “A pass...word?” “I hope I can eat from Jake's secret snack bar by yelling WALTERRRR in front of it,” he stated and eyes whipped to Jake who stood looking shocked.

“Alpha Morgan is making use of his office tonight. He was there before I left and with the way I saw things…he won’t be leaving anytime soon,” “How about underwater? The tunnel leads directly to the fountain at the center of the building. I’ve seen several smith men go in there to fix things,” another idea burst out. “We’re werewolves, not fishes, Jasmine,” she sighed. “What then!” I cursed, falling back to the chair with my hands raking through my hair in frustration. I scratched gently, feeling the walls of my skull get slammed by my overthinking brain. Then another thought clicked. I smirked. “I think I know a way.”

My heart was beating faster than it should have. Once inside our room, I shut the door and locked it. I closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath before heading to sit on my bed. I opened the letter and digested the content. *I know you’re looking for Walter. Please meet me at the foot of the stream after dinner.* There was no name. I felt my heart drop. How did that man know Walter, and how did he know I was looking for him. The paper slid from my hand to the floor as I tried to make sense of it.