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“Yep. That’s it.” “And you’re going to pick it up.” “I’m going to find out what it is. And maybe who left it.” Samantha raised an eyebrow. “This is exactly how women in horror movies get themselves killed. ‘I’ll just go alone to the mysterious hotel desk where a stranger left me a cryptic note about my gunshot wound’.” “I’m not meeting anyone. I’m collecting whatever they left. That’s all.” “Which is why I’m coming.” She folded the card carefully and handed it back to me.

“He said if I can’t get a hundred million to him in ten minutes, he’ll destroy my face and strip me down in the middle of the street…” My mom’s voice roared through the phone. “This is unbelievable! Hold on, Xavier. I’m sending someone right now!” After I hung up, I finally felt a bit of relief. Once her people arrived, I’d be fine. Meanwhile, Leo stared at his phone, watching the seconds tick away. When there were only ten seconds left, he looked at me with smug satisfaction. “Time’s almost up. Be a good boy and take your clothes off yourself.” Just as he said that, dozens of heavy-duty trucks rolled up and screeched to a stop at the entrance of the mall.

"Her apartment's close to the office anyway, right downtown. It's not a big issue." I had been drinking, and I was getting sleepy. Listening to him ramble on only made me more annoyed. At the same time, I almost wanted to laugh. Lacey had not just recently moved there. She had lived in that same apartment complex ever since she joined his company. … When I got home, I received a message from Cooper. He sent over information about his company, but he didn't try to persuade me further. He only asked me to think it over carefully. I was reading it when my phone was suddenly snatched away.

Tell me it's not true! Mom was totally lost. She figured Bruce knew I was off the market. She had no clue why he was even there, but she kept her cool and explained. "Mr. Laurent, meet my grandsons, Leo and Luca. They're four, Eleanor and her husband's little ones." "No way!" Bruce was shaking his head like crazy, "Eleanor can't be married! She loves me! She's been waiting for me! She's been waiting all these five years!" The crowd started buzzing, the room turning into a hot mess.

"Tomorrow, you make a decision. You either stay with me, or you let me go. No more indecision, Remus. I can't live like this anymore." She walked out. I let her go, because for once, letting go was the only honest thing left I had to offer her. The door clicked shut behind her, and the sound of it felt final in a way the door had never felt before, all the years we'd spent in this house condensed into one small mechanical click. *** I stood there a long time after the door closed, staring at nothing at all. Selene had given me an ultimatum, and I had no answer ready. Stay with her and keep living inside a lie neither of us believed anymore? Or let her go and finally admit I'd wasted five yea

In both hands, he carried a black leather folder containing several important documents. "Miss Broson," Fito said respectfully as he handed the folder directly to Ravelle. Ravelle accepted it with graceful composure. Wearing an elegant and arrogant expression, she untied the folder and pulled out the documents inside. She turned them around, displaying them directly in front of Kyle's face as well as toward the photographers and business reporters who had been waiting in the front row. "Ten years, you said?" Ravelle spoke in a calm voice laced with mockery. "Publicly, perhaps. But legally and according to official government records, our relationship ended a long time ago, Kyle."

Something must be wrong somewhere! Yet there was a stamp from the hospital affixed on the result, and the names were right. Lincoln wasn't well-educated, so he couldn't have been in cahoots with the hospital to falsify the report to fool everyone. The report must be real. That means the problem lay with Lincoln or Gillian. The next day, I hired a nanny to take care of Gillian in the hotel while I roamed around alone outside. Too many things happened in these two days. I had to hide from Gillian to calm myself down. I crouched by the roadside and kept scrolling through the web in search of clues.

She'd expected the PI to give her a hard time or at least refer her to Levi. "Okay, let's see this," she murmured as she accessed the file and opened up a PowerPoint presentation to plot out Colleen's timeline. For two hours, Natalie lost herself in Seth's detailed notes on the case and the report from the doctor in Smiths Town. By the time she pushed her laptop away, she was still no closer to the truth, but she had a starting point. October 28th. The last known day Colleen was seen alive. Natalie rummaged through her purse for her phone and called Emily. Her friend sounded pretty pickled when she picked up after a couple of rings.

Lucas jerked his head up, his face instantly turning deathly pale. He grabbed my hand again. "It wasn't me... I didn't make you..." "Mr. Hart." A cold male voice came from the doorway. Holden's suit was damp with rain, and his tie clip gleamed sharply under the light. "What are you doing to my wife?" A vein throbbed at Lucas's temple as he stared hard at the man standing in front of me. "So you're Holden Shaw?

"Alright. I'll review everything tonight." I settled Leo on the visitor's couch with a promise to be right back and raced home for my laptop and files. By the time I returned, Lin had arrived with a secured briefcase containing the bid's core financials and strategic playbook—the crown jewels of Thorne & Associates. The room transformed into a makeshift war room. I sat by Carter's bed, laptop open, firing questions at Lin in a low, rapid stream. Lin, the epitome of cool competence, answered with crisp precision. Leo, bored by the adult talk, turned his attention to Carter. He became a tiny, silent nurse, watching intently. Every time Carter's brow furrowed slightly, a small hand would appear