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When all the shrimps were finished, Harmonia placed her hands on the bank card and pushed it toward Dimas again. “Mr. Martinez, I would like to ask you to help me find a horse similar to Firefly. It must be done before the start of the upper echelon event. It doesn't need to run very fast, but it must be similar to Firefly. I believe that this horse will be of great use to me.” Dimas looked at the bank card in front of him. “How much is in this bank card?” “Eighty million dollars,” Harmonia replied. Dimas raised an eyebrow.

I say, turning my head to look him dead in the eye, "Its value skyrockets." I reach up and tap the center stone of the collar. "This is a nice down payment. But if you want to keep getting returns? My price just went up." Dominik’s eyes darken. The predator wakes up. He likes that. He likes that I speak his language. He turns to the manager, who’s pretending to be invisible in the corner. "Get out," Dominik says. "Sir?" "Leave us. Close the door. Don't come back until I open it."

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

He had chosen to trust her completely. Avery's throat tightened, the words catching in her chest. She looked at his lowered profile, the vulnerability of the man who ruled Obsidian City. She didn't push him. She hadn't forgiven him for the lies or the cold calculations, but right now, a strange ache was squeezing her heart. He had been a victim of this game, too. "You should have told me sooner." "Wenger came to me back then," Dominic exhaled, the confession finally breaking free. "He said Project 030 had the best neurology team in the world. New drugs. Cutting-edge protocols."

“Lisanna! I will give four million dollars to Bertha in exchange for Adonis's safety. You don't need to worry about this matter. Do whatever you want. I will always be behind you to support you.” Dominic never thought things would get so complicated, nor did he ever spend four million dollars on any individual who didn't bring him any benefits. However, Adonis is Dominic's son, he is Lisanna and Dominic's treasure, so Dominic is willing to spend four million dollars in exchange for Adonis' safety. Dominic wants to help Lisanna, but she does not agree to Dominic's help. Lisanna looked at Dominic with cold eyes and said.

Thus, he had no right to act all superior in front of me. As I thought about it all, I made a phone call. "Ms. Britney, have you transferred the funds to the lab? I just want you to know that Dominic's team is losing money and failed to meet the contractual requirements. Call him and say that Hood Corporation will no longer sponsor him." "Yes."

“The password is 3132.” Renata swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.” Dominic turned toward the door. “I’ll be going now.” “Wait—sir!” Renata called out quickly, her voice trembling. “About the money…” He paused, raising an eyebrow before walking back toward her. “Ah, right. I nearly forgot.” He stopped close—too close—and she caught the sharp scent of his cologne. “How much do you need?” Renata lowered her gaze, fingers twisting together. “Just… twenty million to start with, sir. My sister’s therapy begins this week.”

“Give me your account details.” He fumbled for his phone and sent them. I transferred three million without hesitation. The notification pinged; Grayson’s eyes windened. He fainted like a puppet with its strings cut. Clearly Cassian hasn't paid him any upfront. Dominic swore under his breath and splashed water on Grayson’s face until the boy coughed and sputtered back to life. I folded my arms, watching him with detached amusement. “You’d think Cassian would hire someone with a backbone,” I muttered.

Dominic shrugged. “None of them are right now.” Sophia stared at him. “You said volunteer.” Dominic nodded. “They offered a bonus.” Patrick asked quietly, “How much?” Dominic answered calmly. “Thirty-five thousand.” Sophia blinked. “That’s a lot of money.” Dominic nodded. “For a one-year tour.” Sophia swallowed slowly. “And what did you say?” Dominic looked at her. “I told them I’d think about it.” Patrick studied him carefully. “You didn’t jump on it.”

“Oh, you’re eager tonight, aren’t you, baby? What do you want to see?” Then, another ding. A bigger one. $100. The username makes my breath catch. DomTheBoss69. He’s been my white whale for two weeks. A top-tier tipper who never shows his face or uses his mic, only the chat. His words are always, always a command. DomTheBoss69: The red is a good color. But it’s still in the way. A thrill shoots straight to my core. My pussy clenches around nothing, already getting slick. This is the game. This is the real addiction.