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Jacob looks at the boy on my arms before asking, “Aunt Nela, who is he?” Simon raise his head and looks at Jacob. I put Simon down and reluctantly went towards Jacob. They curiously look at each other before Simon held out his hand, “Bonjour, Je suis Simon” Jacob weirdly looks at Simon before taking his hand and shaking it, “I’m Jacob, Jacob West.” Simon smiled at him before asking, “Can I borrow your Light saber?” * “Aunt Nela, Simon is a good friend, I’d like to visit him again in the future,” Jacob’s words startled me.

His facial features are perfect as if being crafted, so solid and gorgeous, not like Simon's. Perhaps, his looks were more handsome than Simon’s, except that he did not look too real. He was like the prince from England from the artwork. As for Simon, he was a human with flesh and blood. He had the intense and prestigious aura that he was born with and did not look that fake. 'This person is not Simon…' Sharon forced herself to calm down. She had lost her composure earlier and she could not do that again. Sharon clenched onto her fists, closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard effortlessly. A live video of the hospital came up on the screen. With a few taps, a recent picture of Simon Gallagher appeared beside it. I had been expecting someone of the same age range as The Viper and Vincent Moreau. Mid to late fifties. But the man in the picture was considerably older. “Simon Gallagher is seventy six,” Sage said as if reading my thoughts, “but quite active for his age I wager. I'm willing to bet he is armed up there too.”

He shrugged indifferently, his eyes cold. "This isn't true." Simon fought back, "Fiona wouldn't do something like this to me. The pictures were clearly photoshopped." "I'll take my leave now, you figure it out with your nerd stepsister." Soren flashed a knowing look at me and I cringed at the sight. He had barely stepped out when I saw his message. ~Simon would need someone by his side tonight. You'll be all mine on Christmas. Remember I still have your pantie with me and one snitch, mom is just one call away.~

Simon retorted with disdain, "What right do I have? It's because I, Simon Gaal, managed to get rid of this useless trash all by myself! "He's nothing but a sweet-talker and pretty face who won over the hearts of young women like Fran and Lauren. Even a hundred Andrews wouldn't be a match for a real man like me!" Simon scoffed and laughed aloud.

"Bullshit! There's no problem with my blueprint! It's you not letting me supervise the work that caused this! Remember all those Mobile Armors you made earlier? Each of them was garbage! Do you think I'm happy with you? If you want to die, go die alone!" Rhein looked at Simon before him as he sneered. His left hand held the rather heavy submachine gun, and his right pulled out another handgun from who knows where. He then quickly pressed it onto Simon's forehead as he hissed. "Are you going or not?"

“You can’t touch me here.” “You have a butterfly tattoo?” Brittany leaned forward. “Where?” “Yeah, Simon. Where?” Piercy wrapped his arms around me as Simon stood up and started unbuckling his pants. “Fine.” Turning around, he pulled out his ass cheek and showed us the massive blue butterfly that was slightly hidden under all his hair. “Holy fuck, dude.” Gavin leaned forward to get a better look. “Why?” “Ask these two delinquents.” “He got passed out, and we were learning a new skill.” I shrugged as he sat down. “You could have gotten that removed.”

attempting to respond bubblier, like the Su Monster beside me who seemed to burn to get her chance to speak with the strange guy sitting with us. Opal nodded her head and smiled with her palm facing upwards towards the new guy. “This is Simon, my twin brother.” Susi’s and my mouths dropped. This Simon was gorgeous. He was on the same scale of sexiness as Connor. The resemblance to Opal was extremely obvious now. Both had vivid, dark red hair and freckles splashed on their faces. They could’ve been a pair of models. Light brown eyes with speckles of green in them. They’re both stunning.

Lifting an eyebrow at Von. Simon, her mate, kept silent as he studied me. He looked devilish with dark red eyes, golden short hair that he kept running his hand through. A tattoo was barely visible under his suit collar, which made me think of how big it must be. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it looked like a wing. He didn’t really give me a bad vibe, but I didn’t want to just jump into a conversation with him, either. He just stared, like he was trying to figure me out.

He was 6'2" tall, had dark hair and brown eyes, a mixed skin tone, broad shoulders, and a jawline that would make women swoon. In front of the statues of the former Bright Moon Wolf Pack, Luna and Alpha, Alpha Simon took a position wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of worn-out jeans. Every time he passed by the statue, which was placed in front of the mansion, he was reminded of how much he hated humans.