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“Besides the exclusive on taking down a centuries-old cult? You get to steal something from mustard man.” Now she had Linda’s full attention. “Steal something?” Linda’s grin was back, and this time it was wicked. “What are we talking about? His dignity? His lunch money?” “A club card,” Leila said. “The kind that grants you access to some real secret meetings. The Rulers, Linda. You want in? This is your ticket.” Linda whistled low, glancing around the café like she was already picturing herself waltzing into one of those meetings. “Alright, kid. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Then she understood. Her eyes moved to Serena. Serena met her gaze. And nodded. Emily spoke slowly. “The architects aren’t individuals.” Halbrook smiled. “Correct.” “They’re institutions.” Halbrook nodded again. “The system evolved.” Daniel exhaled softly. “So there’s no single person to expose.” Halbrook spread his hands. “That’s the beauty of it.” Emily felt a chill move through her chest. The Covenant had survived through secrecy. The Ashford system survived through structure. No rituals. No secret gatherings.

Providence had an illusory quality to it. One could not see nor touch providence. Ordinary cultivators would not be able to sense it even. Providence would only make itself visible to those who had acquired a high ranking, like James himself. There were multiple benefits in absorbing providence, including greater efficiency during one’s cultivation. James was interested in absorbing the providence as well. However, he did not want to absorb all of it, for that would only render the universe a pile of debris.

This move incensed Emma who was not to be disgraced by a naïve stepdaughter. Emma felt challenged by Connie’s reaction and she decided she was going to prove to her friend that James was not a saint. Her sexual act with James the other afternoon was meant to be a once only meeting to create the damaging video clip but now she was willing to go an extra mile just to prove her point. James was a man like any other man who found young girls attractive and the fact that he was a forbidden territory because he was older and married made her quest even more interesting.

"However, Pride Peak is different from the other main peaks. In Pride Peak, there are pro-disciples, which is why the disciples of Pride Peak are so proud. Each pro-disciple has an absolute Archean bloodline, which is terrifying and unparalleled, and the aptitude is even more amazing. Even talented Chad Skylark is not fated to be a pro-disciple, so my biggest threat is this pro-disciple!" While thinking, Zephyr Khan closed his eyes again and entered a state of cultivation.

What's the guarantee that I would be allowed to move freely when I eventually get married into a billionaire home? There was every possibility that all my activities would be monitored and I won't be able to come to this hideout to paint. So the best thing was to come clean with them. Most especially, Sterling. He might be of good help. “I will advise you to tell your fiancé. It might be the one good boost you need to showcase your work to the world. Remember, he is a billionaire. He also has a sister who has millions of followers… I mean thirty-five million loyal followers. So, what do you say?”

"The kind people kill for." Nobody liked that answer. Not even slightly. The room felt colder. Elyra instinctively moved a little closer to Zevarion. Not enough for anyone else to notice. Enough for him. Always enough for him. His hand brushed lightly against hers. A small touch. Brief. Comforting. The priest continued. "The founders came from powerful families. Wealthy families. They feared political unrest, war, and corruption." He paused. "So they created a hidden archive beneath the monastery." Damien's attention sharpened instantly.

He showed her the file. She collected it and threw it wherever it wanted to land. "So? What about this kind of stuff? The k group will not collapse because of this matter. But Duke and sinha just let this good opportunity pass?" She asked. " What are you plotting again?" Nathaniel asked her. " what I am up to. You know it too. I'm not the one to let go of something in my hands. If you want to protect your company,grab onto my hand." She said.

“They're not even going to try and place some of this on you. With me there they won't even bother. I could easily bury the entire Police Department with motions and files again them a matter of a week they would be so overwhelmed that they wouldn't even know what side is up. That is only one of the very few benefits to having a billionaire on your side. Everything else just seems to be more of a waste.” “You're not going to do that.” Kelly said if she looked at him. He just looked at her and check out the little bit knowing that he could easily bury the entire state with lawsuits and paperwork. Part of the perks of being what he was meant that he was able to access secrets for every single

I clenched my fists and stormed off to my room, just two doors down. Whatever. Let her fuck her demons out if it helped her forget Sebastian. I collapsed onto my bed, grabbing my phone to distract myself from the sounds echoing in my head. I scrolled through social media aimlessly until something finally caught my attention—an article about Pro Events, the city’s leading luxury event design company. My chest lifted slightly. The photos were breathtaking. Opulent floral arrangements, cascading crystal chandeliers, perfectly curated themes that screamed money and precision. Their attention to detail was insane—every design unique, every setup a masterpiece.