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I retorted with resentment. "So, Miss Hart, are you suggesting that I magically inserted the context and forged your signature on the documents?" Mr. Miller inquired sternly, though a glimmer of amusement still shone in his eyes. "Mr. Miller, you are capable of anything. I firmly believe that you fabricated these papers and added my signature to them," I said, slamming the file down on the desk.

Miller could sit down, his fussy assistant said, “Mr. Miller, wait! Please don’t sit down yet. I will go get you your cushion.” The assistant then immediately ran out. Alice looked at his back, sighed, and said from the bottom of her heart, “Mr. Miller, your assistant is more attentive than a secretary! He even cares about whether you can sit comfortably or not.” Mr. Miller nodded and then sat down in front of Alice. He said, “Well, I found an antique chair made of valuable wood at Smith’s house later. That’s a great piece of furniture and more valuable than that cabinet.” “Really? Congratulations!” Alice said.

And so, I opened it. There he stood, Adam freaking Miller, looking dashing in a crisp white shirt and a dark brown jacket and dark blue jeans that fit him perfectly. His hair had more gel in it than usual and I could tell he had just shaved since there was no stubble in sight. The man looked as if he had just jumped out of a magazine. His brown eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away around me. His eyes slowly scanned over my body, his smile growing along with my self-confidence. One thing about Adam Miller I had already figured out, was that somehow, the man was a terrible liar, and right now, he wasn't hiding the fact that he liked what he was seeing.

The yellow taxi sat idling in the mud, a splash of absurd, mundane color against the primordial green of the Oregon forest. It looked like a hallucination—a relic of a world that shouldn't exist anymore. "The Thirteenth doesn't like loose ends," the old man said, leaning against the hood of the cab. He checked a heavy, silver pocket watch. "And you three are the loosest ends in the hemisphere. My name is Miller. I’m the Archivist’s eyes on the road. Now, are we going to stand here until the heartbeat-vultures arrive, or are you getting in?"

Sir Miller's smile stiffened and he clumsily bowed to Chelsea then started to guide them through the thick crowd of people . " Lady Kaisen, why don't you come with me , My sister is entertaining her friends right there" and without giving Chelsea a chance to refuse , Sir Miller vanished between the people . Chelsea who had no choice but to follow him , bowed to Robin leaving him to chat with his friends and some colleagues. Sir Miller guided Chelsea to the table where his sister Rachael Miller was entertaining her guests , once they reached their table , Sir Miller bowed to her and turn around to leave but not before taking a good look at her revealing front .

she demanded, her voice laced with suspicion. Miller cleared his throat and replied, "I am Miller, and I've come to Omaha in search of my daughter, Beverly." Whispers of recognition and disbelief rippled through the group. Miller could see it in their eyes; they were torn between hope and disbelief. Some had known him before his disappearance, others had only heard stories, but to see him alive and in the flesh was nothing short of miraculous. The woman who had spoken took a step closer, squinting at him in the dim light. "Miller?" she repeated, her voice softening. "But you disappeared on the day you were to become our king. We thought... we thought you were lost forever."

Mr Miller discarded what the doctor said and demanded for answers. "What happened?" I could hear the pain in his voice. I watched as tears stained his eyes. He clenched his fists and shook his head in anger. He felt it too, the heart wrenching pain coming from the left side of his chest. He looked so indifferent as he got lost in thought. He was grinding his teeth and clenching and unclenching his fists as if at any moment he would explode. He broke away from his thoughts and looked right at me. That was the first time he noticed me standing there. I wanted the ground to swallow me there and then. As though he noticed my fear, Mr Miller’s gaze softened and he started to look helpless and def

Mr Miller’s butler said. “Shut the fuck up, she can’t die, you know what will happen if she died this all property will go in charity. It’s my property. I won’t let go of it, till I did not see her dead body, I won’t believe she died. “ Mr miller spoke. Someone knocked on the door and came in. Mr.miller immediately stood up and smiled, masking his anger. “oh son, you are here” Samuel I entered the room.

Seeing that Dante did not answer, Anselm spoke even more strongly, he even deliberately said it louder: “How can a blind man hold power over our Miller's house? No matter what happens, people will talk behind our backs. Today we must take Shane to the ancestral church and force him to return his power in front of all the elders in the Miller family." Dante smirked, and a rare expression appeared on his face: "If it weren't for Shane, your Miller family wouldn't be in the position of the richest new family today. What he brought to the Miller family is an unprecedented honor. And you guys, what have you done for the Miller family?" Anselm was so shocked by the answer that he was speechless. T