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I was furious. "Stop lying, I'm not a child. I can clearly see and understand what was happening here," I don't understand why he was trying to defend himself. I caught them red-handed, not that I had heard about them from anyone else. "You know what, now I understand why you're guilty about my accident. Something like this must have happened on the day of my accident. So, we had a fight," I'm sure I saw him cheat the day I had the accident. Yes, it makes sense. People say once a cheater is always a cheater.

I snapped one morning when a particularly loud blonde tripped over my bag in the living room. Ace leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping orange juice like he owned the place. “Don’t look at me. She’s clumsy.” I slammed the door on my way out. My retaliation started small. I swapped his expensive coffee beans for decaf. Hide batteries from the TV remote. Turned the shower faucet to cold right before his morning rinse. The scream that followed? Best alarm clock of my life. Of course, Ace caught on. He retaliated by stealing my notes and perching them just out of reach on top of the fridge.

"A company is not a family, and a boss is not a parent. Employees and employers have a contractual relationship. Money is part of that contract; perks are icing on the cake. Don't let 'warmth' hijack your interests, and don't let 'thoughtfulness' disguise greed." "And Polly?" One reporter pressed. "Have you forgiven her?" I paused for a moment. "She paid the price," I said. I got into the car. My assistant handed me a tablet. "Mr. Bassett, the stock has risen fifteen percent. The board sent congratulations. Also, look at this." It was the social media trends list. [The Truth Behind the Cherry Trap] [Midea Tech Corporate Espionage] [What Happened to Those Employees Who Wanted Cherries?] [Apol

He mumbled to himself, and his eyes turned cold. He glanced at the little star beside him. The innocent face seemed suspicious to him at the moment, and he clenched his fist in annoyance. Was the little star truly innocent, or was he too good at deceiving people? Ace prided himself on being able to read people the most. Considering his line of work and his status, it was only right for him to be able to read everyone that came his way, only this way would he continue ruling peacefully, but the little star really gave him a headache.

Because in truth, I’m one — and with the beast inside, there’s nowhere to hide. “Take her. I want her! Now!” Ace’s primal voice growls in my head. I turn away, gritting my teeth together, my eyes snapping shut. “Take her!” “TAKE HER!” “TAKE!” “HER!” Ace keeps growling like a chant. A chant. This was supposed to be an apologetic date... but what the fuck was he doing? What the fuck was he making me do? This is more the reason I didn’t want her to get too close — because it’s dark inside. It’s where my demons hide. But right now, it’s too late. Too fucking late.

It completely overturned the logic of a normal financial case. While I waited, I could roughly guess the root of the system bug. Caleb's system rule was that after a single target ate or drank something from him, it would transfer that single person's funds. But he had never imagined that I would pour that special bottle of water into the alumni event's dedicated soup pot. Hundreds of school leaders, business figures, teachers, and students had all drunk or eaten from that pot. The system couldn't process this many people consuming it at once, so it triggered an indiscriminate full-transfer backlash.

Amir let out a soft, sarcastic laugh, taking a step closer to trap her under his sharp gaze: "I'm a content creator, beautiful. I read body language and subtle cues for a living! Spotting the fire between you and your stern, prestigious professor doesn't take a genius. His facial expressions in the lecture hall and his insane jealousy when I sat beside you gave everything away." Leaning in, he smiled with quiet challenge: "Imagine what would happen if the college administration or social media students heard about this very private 'academic discussion' in the department head's office?" Hala’s hands shook, a wave of dizziness washing over her from the shock of his blackmail. But Amir’s expre

But she still fell in love with Jasper. So, if she broke the rule, was Ace going to punish her and Jasper? “I wouldn’t be able to bear it.” Ace looked outside the window and said with a hoarse voice. He could not bear to punish Summer, but he could make Jasper disappear. “I won’t make any mistakes anymore.” Summer took a deep breath. She dared not. She dared not imagine what she would do if Ace hurt Jasper. Ace was like Pandora’s box. If no one opened it, it was so beautiful that it was dazzling, but once opened, everything would be destroyed.

As instructed previously when he paid for me, Charles sent me back to the basement at the appointed time. The basement was located in a rundown house at the bottom of the hill. The basement was hidden behind a secret door. About a dozen other young women were trapped in there with me. "How was it, brother?" There was a sack over my head, but I could tell from the voice that it was the man with the slanted eyes speaking. Charles patted me on the shoulder and pushed me toward the man. "Not bad. I want another one." The man forced me back into the basement.

" I shudder. Ace and Raze exchange a glance. "But you know what will take him by surprise?" I say. "An underground trap." "A what?" Raze says. I roll my eyes. "Dig a hole, cover it with leaves and stuff." "And what about the fact that he can come out?" Ace crosses his arms. "He won't. " I click my tongue. "He's claustrophobic." This secures their interest, Raze comes and sits by my side as well. I suppress a grin. Perfect.