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"Katherine, if you are here to gloat or mock me, I really don't have the energy. I have my own issues to deal with so relish in my misery all night because you have nothing better to do." "Stop it!" Katherine retorted. "I am not that shallow. I sent the link to you only because I cared and I am calling right now for the same reason. I do not intend to mock you for what Nikolas Sica has done. It is the nature of rich men and trust me DORIA, I have had my fair share of heartbreaks in the hands of these men."

But who would have thought the person who gave me that drink was a man who cared about me. "Eh, miss. If you disgust me, I can accompany you here until your friend returns. Just think of it as an apology for my first brother. Sorry, I'm a little stubborn. Anyway, my name is Kazexian. He is the first brother's name is Kim, this is his second brother's name is Kanzuka, this is his third brother's name is Kazame. I am the last brother, Kazexian. What is your name?" said Kazexian introducing himself.

None the less she did her best to conceal it so that X wold not be bothered by such a feeling. “Sir, we have yet to exchange names, I am Ka-Rin and this is my husband X. What is your name?” Ka-Rin asked the sentry politely. “I am Juan, head of the outskirt patrol. Nice to make your acquaintance.” Juan responded back politely. “As fate would have it, my grandfather served Lord Vazquez’s grandfather. If it were someone else, they may not have known about it. For some reason this information has been kept rather secretive. I do not believe in coincidences but, the chances of us meeting are slim to none. Yes, it is only fate as of now.” Juan voice reminded the same as his facial expression had c

Renee was winning, Katherine was confused, and Lazaro was doing his job. There was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I said. Lazaro walked in. That man still looked like a Greek god. Shirt unbuttoned, muscles shining, smile wide. “Madam Zelda,” he said as he bowed. “Yes, my dear,” I said with a smile. “Tell me. How is it going?” He stood straight and said, “Katherine is getting close. Very close.” I raised my brow. “Oh? How close?” “She talks to me a lot. She laughs at my jokes. She even told me I smell nice,” he said with a grin.

K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly. "Sarcasm?" He smiled and asked, beguiled. It was so incredibly hard for him to decipher everything about her. She sipped from her cup again and just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you're quoting the brilliant but twisted Nietzsche, whom by the way died of syphilis," he muttered, snickering. "But then just moments ago, you seemed perturbed by the fact that I have been sleeping around and using Clix way too much," he quoted her, and admitting the truth at the same time. There's no point in denying it, anyway. If K really had access to the Clix database, then she already knew that he hasn't hooked-up with anyone since the night they met. If anythin

he explained briefly, continuing to click on the keyboard. "With that being said, you will be happy to know that your next client is none other than Thompson King. He's known for making large scale donations to small scale companies. Has helped revamp the central hospital down south and.." "Hold your horses, Rod. I'm not interested in knowing about his schemes. At least, not today. I told you that I don't operate on weekends. You know this too." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion and Rod knew very well that she meant it.

Sergio repeatedly questioned Kyrie, "How confident are you? If you can't handle it, don't force yourself. Our family would rather not make a move than embarrass ourselves!" Kyrie said urgently, "Grandpa, don't you trust me?" Sergio's eyes were deep and thoughtful. "It's not that I don't trust you. I'm more wary of Ezekiel. He is a martial arts prodigy that Sorya cultivated with their entire nation's resources."

He replied, trying to shake the title he didn't think he deserved. "Your name?" I asked again. "Kiza Smith, My Queen." He asked as he finally raised his head to look at me. "Lord Kiza." I called out even if he told me that he was no lord. "Can I trust you?" I asked. "Of course, My Queen. I have been serving the main castle since I started healing. My father worked for the royals, as did his father before him." I nodded my head. "Then I will trust you to keep the King's condition to yourself."

He is Davero Anderson Wiratama! ***