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I was never interested in them anyway. "Fine then what do you want?", she asked impatiently. "I want Dane back. I don't want to hold off till then", I said to her. "That is very easy seduce him", said Charlie. "Why do people keep saying that to me?", I asked in wonder. "Because that is the easiest way you get to win without incurring any loses", said she. "I love the idea", I said with a laugh. "I knew there was a devil somewhere in that innocent face", said she.

"I'm Eric Humphrey, Mr. Thornton's adopted son and also his top disciple!" Andrew turned his head away, refusing to look at his face. Inwardly, he was deeply alarmed because Eric possessed some seriously twisted martial arts. If Andrew was not mistaken, this person had mastered some form of high-level charm technique. Simply put, charm techniques were specifically designed to bewitch people's minds, and usually, just making eye contact was enough to trap someone without them realizing it. Andrew cursed silently, wondering what kind of grown man would practice such methods. Eric was definitely a strange one!

And I would come, because I had calculated that refusing would cost me more than attending, and I had started thinking in costs and returns the way other people breathe. He invited his associates. His lawyers. His business partners. Men in expensive suits who shook his hand and accepted whisky and filled the dining room with the particular noise of powerful people performing relaxation. Charlie would gesture to me when introductions required it, his hand never touching me, his voice producing the words "my wife" in a tone that meant something else entirely. Something that meant: look at what I've acquired. Look at what I've contained. I smiled. I answered questions. I was charming in the spe

And Elena, well, she was not the naive girl he once manipulated. Still, he had something else. Something he believed was more effective than fear. Charm. So he thought. Don rose from his chair, adjusting the collar of his shirt. The years had aged him, hardened him, but in his mind, he was still the man who once convinced a young Elena to marry him. He convinced himself he could do it again if not with force, then with persuasion. With sweet words. With promises she once longed to hear. He convinced himself that he could win her back.

" Yeah, right. As if I have any kind of charm to do that. If only I could." Sandy joined in on the laughter, her excitement filling the room. "Come on, don't underestimate yourself! You never know what effect your charm might have. Besides, laughter is contagious. We're laughing now, aren't we?" I could not help but smile, feeling a sense of fellowship with Sandy." You are right. horselaugh is the stylish drug. And hey, if I can make someone smile or laugh, maybe that's a form of charm too." I said , "but still, it's so hard for me to imagine Christopher being jealous. He's always been so laid-back." I added confused.

If I didn’t take these Charms, then I might spark a war, but could I truly take them in this way now that I honestly understood what I was doing? When I’d first arrived in Oxford, I’d trusted Isabella about the way things were done — and the danger of the wolves — but now I’d got to know Moon, I couldn’t think like that anymore. These soon to be kings shouldn’t be paying for the mistakes of their parents who’d fought the Wolve Wars, and it was their ancestors who were guilty of the true crimes that led to the wars. Isabella had told me that I needed a Charm to work my powers as a Wolve Winner fully. Well, I had my Charm in Moon. Taking these Charms from the other empires sounded more like pu

Seems the charm is working. With his eyes still fixed on hers, he moved his face so close to her face that Rose could feel his breath on her skin as he asked. "Did you just call me arrogant? I see you are bold enough to stand before me and speak to me in such a manner. You little…" the driver interrupted. Evidence paused as he gave the driver a wicked and a dangerous gaze filled with warning. While Rose's attention was fixed on Evidence. She wasn't distracted. It appeared that the irresistible charm was having an effect on her.

“That’s not good business.” Dominic crossed his arms. “Then what? You charm her into it? I’ve seen your version of charm, Moretti. Doesn’t work so well on women like her.” I chuckled low under my breath. “Charm? No. But pressure? Incentive? That, I’m very good at.” His eyes narrowed. “What kind of incentive?”

Logan lingers too, pretending to check his phone. “You know,” he says finally, “for someone who doesn’t like me, you sure spend a lot of time near me.” I don’t look up. “Proximity is an unfortunate side effect of leadership.” He laughs quietly. “So that’s what this is—leadership.” “Yes.” I shove the last paper into a folder, forcing calm into my voice. “Some of us don’t get by on charm alone.” “Charm only gets you so far,” he says. His tone’s lower now, serious in a way that makes me glance up despite myself.

"You were different." "I'm the same person." He said flatly. "You're really not." I held his gaze. "That man listened. This one just decides." "Because that night had no stakes." His jaw tightened slightly. "This does." "So the charm was just..." I said. "what? A strategy?" "It wasn't a strategy." He said. "Then what was it?" I asked.