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There definitely must be some inferior motive. Maybe it's just me, but like I said before, I'm having a hard time believing in people nowadays. No matter how I see it, I can't let myself believe he is doing all this out of humanity. Why would he take the risk to free me when he could get him in trouble? At the end of the day, he is involved in illegal stuff and I can easily go to the police and report their names. A part of me still believes that they are trying to trap me and this is all a scheme. Like I have seen in so many movies where shit like this happens and, in the end, it just happens to be a trap.

Quincy said in a cold voice. Mr. Marcus was impatient, his gaze cold and piercing. "Just say what you want to say, don't act superior. I won't indulge you!" "Mr. Marcus, leave Jessica!" Quincy said sternly, emanating a terrifying aura. Mr. Marcus laughed. "What joke are you talking about? Quincy, you must be crazy. Stop the nonsense!" Quincy was angry as well. He raised his hand and threw the file in his hand at Marcus' chest, the papers scattering and flying in the air like a hint of deathly color...

I never made it past the gates. They said Quincy had been caught laundering money through shell companies. That the paper trail was endless. That he was a criminal in a designer suit. I saw the headlines. The flashy mugshot. The shaky phone footage from the afternoon they dragged him away in cuffs. But none of it made sense. Quincy wasn’t reckless. Stupid? Yes. Impulsive? Definitely. But this?

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"Thank you I said heading towards the elevator. You need two passes to get into the CEO elevator, fancy. As I get to the top floor I walk over to the assistances desk and hand her the note that I have. She went from having a snarky look on her face to a solemn look after reading the note. Follow me, Ms.Kent the girl said getting up and moving towards a conference room, there were three people in the conference room. One of them looked a lot like Trey but older and he had a scar above his left eye. "Ms.Kent, please come and sit, we have some business to attend to." The Trey look-alike said. "Well then spit it out, I'm very tired and was expecting to see Trey not three middle-aged men that I d

Them being here, alone, it wasn’t going to be good. He paused as he thought about that for another moment, letting the thought tumble around his head. Why would it be so bad? Could they do anything in secret? The answer to that really was no. Jay knew Jake too well, and he knew his sister too well. Anything in secret was an equation for trouble, it really was. Because Jay would pick up on the shift between them, he would catch them either eyeing each other or giving off secret smiles, so yeah, the secret was a no-go. And because he wanted her, he would want to show her off, and he couldn’t do that.

I left the bar with gravel in my shoes and plans forming slow and certain. Back at my condo the air smelled like old coffee and filtered heat. I poured a drink and didn’t touch it. The laptop glowed; the encrypted drives hummed. I opened the ledger I’d been keeping — small transfers, shadow companies with plausible names, contracts with clauses that blurred purpose. Quentin had always been careless with details in ways arrogance can buy you: an extra zero misplaced, a memo filed in the wrong folder, a name left where it shouldn’t be. The files weren’t a smoking gun yet. They were breadcrumbs. But you follow breadcrumbs if you want answers. I catalogued dates, amounts, potential witnesses. If

"Do whatever you want, girl. We both know that Achilles Valencian has played his card. And now, you're stuck in his trap. No matter what you want, you can't escape him. And you know why?" I stared at her, waiting for her to finish. "Because you don't want to escape. Your heart won't let you." *** The elevator pinged, opening up for another person to reach their destined floor leaving only me and Liza inside. My one hand was filled with files and the other occupied with a cup of tea. After the small talk with Cassie, her words didn't let sleep last night. Some of my own realization haunted my night.

If he'd had any, he would already have thrown her into jail once the hypnotization on him weakened. However, he did not have any evidence, especially those of Lyra harming Sydney. The only witnesses were Luke and the lot, but since they were all on Sydney’s side, Lyra could argue against this and said that they were deliberately framing her. At this point, witnesses were useless. What they needed was hard proof, or Lyra would still get away with it. Of course, if the law was unable to make Lyra pay, then he could always use other methods. As he thought about that, something flashed across his eyes and he said, “I understand. Continue to investigate Quincy’s death. Next, make a summary of all

And I must found out why they’re cursed. It’s still six in the morning so I the two vamps are yet not awake. Or they are just don’t feel like going outside their respective room. Maybe because it’s the only thing where you can find privacy. I opened the library and was welcomed with its scent. Hmm. They really are rich. They have a library in their house, err mansion. The books are well arranged, from the year it’s been publish. I wonder what will I find out today. I used the ladder to get the books. But I don’t trust it. It’s like it’s going to break any time soon. But I don’t have a choice the book that I need is up there. There’s no way that I won’t get that book.