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He suppressed his anger and slowly said, “Isn’t Thomas going to organize a live stream of a cutting session with dozens of jewelry companies? “Okay, I’ll let you do a live stream! “I’ve suffered a terrible failure here, but Thomas Mayo, don’t wish to live a good life there. “Don’t ever think that only you’ll have the chance to set people up. I can also do the same!” Weiss curled his index finger at Draco to gesture him to come closer, and he whispered into Draco’s ear. Draco kept nodding. “I got it. I’ll arrange it right away!” After he spoke, he turned back and ran away.

I can't let Jasmine see Flora and me together, she will get the wrong picture, and Flora is just too stubborn as well. TBC Please kindly leave a comment to encourage me

Her voice was strong and steady. I glanced at the phone screen and was a little surprised to see who she was calling. It was Mikael. She said, "Dad, what do we do now? Flora is really dead. Didn't you tell me that stuffing some sand and gravel inside wouldn't cause any problems? We agreed that once she's paralyzed, we can cash out her critical illness insurance."

"Numerous chances have I given, numerous opportunities have you blown to amend your impartiality, we're past second chances mom,it's best you return to Damien" "Please Drake please,I really am sorry,I'll perform better,I'll retreat my steps,am currently on my knees!" She cries. Oh her knees!?, the Luna on her knees ain't an all days event,it assumes sincerity and positive will. "She's really down her knees Ryker" I sneak peek through the knob hole. "What do you say we finalize our pretence..?" I ask. "Choice is yours" he enjoys the ongoing drama. "Up your feets mom..." I unlock my door.

Then he shows up with his leather bag and his quiet judgment. He’s the only person who can call me an idiot and live. After the cleanup, I sat in the office, staring at the numbers. Dante showed up, as usual, with a bag of cannoli and a smirk. “You look like you just murdered someone,” he said, dropping into the chair across from me. “Not yet.” He bit into a cannoli. “Want me to?” I shook my head. “Already handled.” He nodded. “So what’s the problem?”

That was why he chose to do it the way that he did. “Damon knows what he is doing, and Damon is well aware of everything that he is playing with. However, it does not concern him. He does not even give a damn. He does not care.” I said, looking at Alpha Kael. “You know for a fact that he does not care about me.” “That is not true, Sienna.”

Doctor Romeo slightly took the phone away from his ear because of Dylan's barking. He rolled his eyes and brought the telephone back to his ear; he said. “This is actually Doctor Romeo, Natalia did a test in my hospital and it's actually confidential. The results are out, and I simply called to make a schedule for our next appointment” “Huh?” “Alpha Aiden. This is the pack's doctor, not Alpha Trent, how could you think that the dead would call?” Doctor Romeo said with a hint of mockery in his tone. He was presently frowning because he had to call Dylan, an Alpha.

Maybe this year, he’d take me to the annual mafia ball and introduce me as his Donna. I tried on the dress. It was a little tight, but I didn’t care. I was happy. Then Adrian came home. His voice cracked like a whip through the room. “The dress is not for you!” The smile froze on my lips. “Then… whose is it?” Adrian let out a breath—exasperated, annoyed. “It’s for Viola. Jesus, can you not start drama in the house for once?” My throat went dry. I hadn’t started anything. I just—

Living in suffering is the greatest form of punishment during the apocalypse. Just then, my phone buzzed for a while, and I retrieved it from my pocket. The live comments began appearing on my screen. "This is brilliant! Did you know that Valerio literally stepped all over your corpse to get to where he did in the original story?" "That scheming second female lead didn't even get to appear before the butterfly effect took place! Valerio is never going to recover from this!" I heaved a sigh of relief as I looked at the words on my phone screen.

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.