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He asked, and I nodded. “Well then, my name is Agent Cooper from the State CID, and this is Agent Carter,” he said, displaying his official badge for me to see. Fear surged within me as I listened. “To what do I owe this visit?” I asked, trying to sound calm. Suddenly, Simon came into view. "Simon, how is Marilyn?" I stuttered. His furious gaze locked onto me as he approached. "You ungrateful bitch!” He yelled, raising his hands to hit me. I closed my eyes anticipating the slap but it never came, I slowly pried my eyes open to see that Agent Cooper had held Simon back from hitting me.

The name had stirred something inside him—a knot in his stomach, a sensation he wasn’t quite sure how to interpret. “No, I’m here for an interview with the company owner.” Nathan nodded, sizing him up, and seemed about to ask another question when a woman’s voice interrupted the scene. “Nathan! It’s time for your homework.” Nathan turned toward the woman, who was waiting a few feet away with her arms crossed. She looked impatient, and Simon sensed she was the boy’s nanny. Nathan sighed resignedly and looked at Simon one last time before walking away. “I have to go,” he said in a resigned tone, but then looked at him with a hint of suspicion. “Have we met before?”

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE THIRTEEN THEME: The spoilt heiress CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA IN SIMMONS MANSION Lorna Simmons. She is twenty four years old and the only child of her parents. Her father, Mr Camden Simmons is the chief executive officer of Simmons Entertainment. Her mother, Mrs Belle Simmons is a superstar, a well known veteran actress in the country but she already quit acting.

I dragged her over to the cash paying checkpoint where Simon stood waiting. He had a curious look on his face when he saw me approach with my mum. I quickly made introductions, smiling inwardly at the look on Simon's face. He looked like he had seen an angel, and I understood his predicament, for my mother really was a beautiful woman, who still had an impressive figure, although she had a worn out look on her otherwise amazing face. “Simon, you don't think Dr. Mike will mind meeting my mum, do you?” I asked.

I raised a brow at him “She wants the good stuff. And men want something to penetrate. It's a win-win situation. And the best part, it's for free. So she can afford to have as many men as she can handle.” “So you're indirectly calling my mom a cheap whore? Is that it Mr?” I snapped at him “No no angel! Your mum can decide to charge for it if she wanted to. So it's her choice. Also, the name is Simon.” “Well Simon. I've heard enough. Thank you for explaining, kindly take your leave now. Don't let the door hit your back.” I said and began to walk away. I stopped in my tracks when I heard a zipper sound followed by roughing of clothes. Could it be?

"Simon! You—you said before—" Before she could finish, Simon kicked her. Hard. "Shut up! Don't say another word in front of Heidi!" Nancy stumbled, her perfect hair now a total mess. She grabbed her stomach and let out this dramatic scream. "Simon! I'm carrying your baby!" She yanked up her dress, showing off a slight bump. Then her hand pressed it—and the bump collapsed like deflated air. The whole room went still. Simon's eyes went wide. "You..."

“Because the daughter of the Monroe family is my best friend right now. And she’s desperate to know what really happened to her parents. She doesn’t trust the official story. And I’m helping her. I have to help her.” Simon’s brows pulled together, his gaze hardening as he leaned back in his chair. “The daughter?” he muttered, almost to himself. “Of all people, you’d be close to her.” His jaw tightened. “Small world.” But the way he said it… it wasn’t amazement. It was wariness. Then he straightened, his voice firm, edged with something hard. “But Lisa, listen to me carefully. I don’t plan on endangering anyone. Especially not my own niece.”

Screams. Smoke. Fire. Blood. Giovanni wiped the blood from his face and got into the car, as if he hadn't caused chaos behind him. He straightened his blue tie and answered the ringing phone. His secretary, Anne, was calling him at the worst possible time. “Mr. Mancini, I'm calling to inform you that the last nanny has quit. We're running out of options. I don't know who to hire if even the trained women in our midst aren't enough.”

Penelope completed softly. Tears welled in Gemini's eyes. Sweet, kind Lauren. The nanny who had been more like a mother. Found dead….another victim of whatever sinister plot was unfolding around them. "I just can't believe she's gone," Gemini whispered. "And for Ciara to suggest that Simon—" Her voice broke. "Hey," Penelope said firmly, "nobody with half a brain believes Simon had anything to do with any of this. The man worships the ground you walk on."