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"There are others, but they're busy with other tasks right now." After saying that, he cleared his throat and took a sip of water. "My name is Millie Caldwell. Mr. Damien Callister sent me," she introduced herself. Stephen nodded. "Yes, we spoke on the phone." "I understand you have a keen interest in Aspher. Shall we get straight to it?" Millie asked as she settled into a chair. In the next second, she pulled out the documents related to Aspher from her bag. When she set the documents down, her notebook slipped out and fell face down on the floor.

"Yes, sir. Just passed it. Same pile of charred timber and overgrown weeds it’s been for a decade. No movement, no signatures. It’s a graveyard out here, sir. Quiet as a tomb." "Thanks, Miller. Stay on it." I ended the call and looked at my husband. "See? It’s debris. It’s ash. There is no 'un-burned' mill. You’re chasing ghosts from a nightmare." "He’s hiding it!" Darius shouted, his voice cracking. “Who? Miller? He has no reason to lie,” I said confused. "No, Xander! Miller sees what the book wants him to see, but I can feel the weight of the structure! I can feel the heartbeat of the magic he’s building!"

Mili was too inquisitive to read that novel just by the cover of it. Her intriguing eyes froze her at that very spot, before the tall racks of books, for an unknown amount of time. She quietly turned the pages of that book, and the abstract paintings throughout the book made her pulse beat faster. Never in her life has Mili gone through an erotica. But she now had one in her curious hands. The contents on the very first page were enough to make her feel something jittery; curiously, Mili turned to the next page. She was so damn invested in the book that she could not feel it when Daniel stood behind her, towering over her frame and observing her reading those naughty lines.

Luke smiled, then he held Stephanie closely and said, “You’ll see more cooperation in the future between Mile Enterprise and Clark Transcontinental Corporation.” “Mr Miller, is that because the CEO of Clark Transcontinental Corporation changed to Mrs Clark?” “It is well known that your relations with Mr Martin Clark weren’t good at all in the past. Mr Miller, can you tell us why you suddenly changed your mind?” Mr Miller, do you have a special relation with Mrs Stephanie Clark?” “Mr Miller, you ditched your fiancee for Mrs Clark?” “......” Luke sighed hearing all those questions. He whispered to Stephanie and soon after it, Stephanie and Yoan left first

"My rule is, if you want to talk with me, you have to show me your sincerity." Stephen looked at the glass of alcohol. He walked over and downed it in one shot. Mark applauded excitedly. "As expected of the great Mr. Stephen Anderson!" Stephen suppressed the burn of the alcohol on his throat and looked at Mark coldly. "Can we talk about Yvonne Miller now?" Mark tutted. "Before doing so, I need to ask you … Who do you think you are to talk to me about Yvonne?" "Is that important?" Stephen slammed the glass down.

As he pulled out of the parking lot and into the flow of traffic, Peter finally broke the silence. "Wow," he breathed, letting out a low whistle. "Mr Miller… he’s something else, isn’t he? So imposing and domineering. And that air about him… like he’s judging your very soul." I sighed, rubbing my temples wearily. "He's a businessman Peter. And a damn good one, of course he’s judging my inexperienced ass. And he’s got every right to be skeptical anyway." "Skeptical? Logan, he practically dared you. A quarter of Miller Enterprises profit? That’s… that’s utterly insane."

Miller replied while squeezing his sack. Miller turned back to Jonea. “Would you rather believe the words of these magical creatures or believe my words as your twin, Jonea?” “Miller, why did you do this?” Jonea’s scream sounded so desperate and disappointed. “Shouldn’t we be on the same side? Release those Jeverics and we can talk.” “On the same side?” Miller asked angrily. “What do you mean on the side of these wizards and the lycan king? Jonea, you should have left them when you had the chance. I came to pick you up. They even tricked you.”

I looked to see my mate staring at the tattered book like it was about to eat him alive. “Could this be relevant?” Micelle asked and I looked up to see her nervously glancing between the two of us. “I wasn’t really too sure what to be on the lookout for, Beta Roman was rather vague, I probably wouldn’t have even considered it had it not been…” She trailed off and I nodded, knowing exactly what she was thinking, had it not been for people talking about how much of a freak I was. “It could be relevant yes, thank you Michelle.” I uttered as Tristan sat frozen still staring at the book.

A line of black armored SUVs swerved into the grass, surrounding the old mill in a matter of seconds. The doors of the lead vehicle opened, and Stephen stepped out. He didn't have his crown or his royal robes on, he was dressed in tactical black gear, and his presence was so overwhelming it felt like the air had been sucked out of the clearing. He walked toward us with a deadly calm, his boots crunching on the dry leaves, and his gray eyes were fixed on Mira with a cold, terrifying recognition. He didn't look at me, he didn't ask why I had run away, he just stopped a few feet away and crossed his arms over his chest. The guards stood behind him with their hands on their holsters, their eyes

I walked like a man who had never known a day of weakness in his life. Behind me, Ava stepped into the California night, her face partially obscured by a dark baseball cap, her eyes scanning the horizon with the alertness of a soldier. "Sir," Miller whispered, stepping out of a nondescript black SUV. He looked like he’d aged five years in one, but when his eyes landed on me—standing tall, moving with a predator’s fluidity—he nearly dropped his tablet. "My God. You’re… you’re walking." "I’m doing more than walking, Miller," I said, my voice low and vibrating. "I’m hunting. Is the safe house ready?"