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I nod in agreement, grateful for the prospect of food to momentarily distract my racing thoughts. As if on cue, Silver approaches us with the brightest smile I’ve ever seen on her face with a list of food that can be made available in minutes, handing it over to Lauren. It seems that she is familiar with Lauren, and their connection is evident in the way they exchange playful banter. Lauren playfully teases Silver about her absence, commenting on how she looks malnourished without her around. Silver’s smile never falters as she reassures Lauren that Lucien has been treating her well.

Davino rushed over to see Safira following the crew as they exited the parking lot. "This was discovered while cleaning up the trash on that luxury yacht! It goes well with chili sauce!" Kim noticed two women who appeared pleased to be carrying packages. They brushed up against Kim, who was curious about the contents of the packages in the woman's arms at the time. "When the husband makes our blood boil, Thai shaved mango salad with fish sauce and spicy chili is the best!" *****

Pearl said, and she smiled slightly. "That's because I'm not used to you. The moment you stop crying everytime, we'll click. I really hate tears" the girl replied, sounding a little cold. Pearl wiped her tears again, and she nodded. "Good" Pearl sniffled. "Keep my name a secret though" the girl said, shifting closer. "I promise" Pearl faced her. "My father owns a casino in Spain, and my mother is Chinese... My name is Silver, Silver Banks"

The waitress smiled and took the menu, explaining each dish. "The Silver Jade Soup is made by shaping chicken meat into meatballs, then slowly stewing them with fragrant mushrooms, broccoli, and tofu shreds. The Ginseng-infused Slow-cooked Duck is prepared using top-quality Ginseng and duck wings, simmered slowly in a clay pot. It's perfect for this weather." Her finger traced to the second row of dishes. "Next, we have our signature dish. The Delight Stew is prepared by a renowned chef we specially brought in from Fordyard. It's nourishing, good for your health, and tasty beyond compare."

"No, no, it’s fine. Let’s eat.” With that, she quickly picked up her spoon and went back to eating. Seeing this, Thomas did not reach for his coat and proceeded to eat as well. Perhaps it was a mixture of the already hot and humid room as well as the sheer spiciness of the Thai cuisine that Sylvia’s face turned into a bright red hue by the time she was finished eating.

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

Steve woke up bright and early, excited about the day, he went to the kitchen of his small bungalow house and got busy making various dishes for the picnic ‘date’, he planned to take Carla on. He had an apron tied around his waist with the sleeve of his white shirt pulled up to his elbow and yes, he was in a corporate outfit today, a white shirt on gray suit pants.

I took back my drink and slid it to Ryan. I laid a 50 on the table."Why do you keep asking questions, huh?" I asked him. He took a sip of his beer and reverted back to me. "The owner is a friend of mine." I was getting tired of this small talk. "I don't own smaller bills, so keep the change." I grabbed my jacket and my purse ready to make my exit. "I didn't get your name." The random man had said. "I didn't give you it, but we all know you're not going to remember it in the morning so let's cut the chit chat. Grab your car, my place, no talking." I responded before I left. I think he was more surprised than anything. "I didn't even have to try so hard," Aiden responded to Ryan. "No man, you

"He wants to see what we do when we have the keys to the kingdom. He’s testing us." "Let him," Chalida said, snatching the data-spike from the port. "If he wants a show, we’ll give him a symphony of ruin. Get the car. We have exactly three hours to turn ourselves from pampered socialites into the most dangerous people in Bangkok." The ballroom of the Silom Tower was a cavern of gilded excess. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls, illuminating the polished marble floors where the elite of Thailand’s political and financial spheres circled one another like sharks in a feeding frenzy.

Her eyes broadened as she stared at the food, she ran her tongue over her lips at the mouth-watering sight, her throat made a gulping sound. This iconic bowl of steaming goodness was bold, aromatic, and came with a fairly strong spicy kick. Prepared with Thai ingredients like lemongrass, chili, galangal, kaffier lime leaves, shallots, fresh lime juice, and plenty of fish sauce. Fresh prawns and mushrooms, Shailyn could already perceive the creamy taste in her drooling mouth.