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I haven’t met them but I know it's a ‘he’ from the shoes at the door. ******** Someone left a perfectly fine fabric in the trash today. I fought the temptation and went back into my apartment without looking at it twice. Proud of myself. ******* I’m ashamed to say the temptation won in the end and I took the trash home with me. Not very proud of myself but in my defense, it’s satin! Freaking satin! ******** I’m getting distracted again. I’m drawing again. I’m designing again. I’m chasing dreams again and I feel alive doing it.

"Let's see how this goes. Let him be the cause of his own downfall. But do me a favor, can you make sure every digital trace of my connection to the Lexus family is erased? I don't want to ever be recognized as a Lexus again,” Natasha gave a sharp nod. She was an elite executive coordinator; locking down public records and scrubbing search algorithms was light work. She slid her phone onto her lap under the tablecloth, her thumbs moving rapidly to message her fixers. Meanwhile, Tristan was practically shouting over the murmurs, reading eagerly from his glowing screen. "Let's see here... ah!.” The smug look returned piece by piece as he found exactly what he was looking for. "Here we go," Tri

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They were too personal for him to be reading or for someone to give him. Dangerous or not, Trent decided that the right thing to do was to throw them away. As soon as he got home, he tossed them in the empty trash can. Determined to go about his day, he went to take a shower and then started dinner. However, his eyes kept drifting to the trash can. No, he told himself. He was not going to read any more of them. When he finished, he did some work around the house and watched some T.V.

I don't think there's tape strong enough to hold it together, "It's going in the trash." I open the door of the room and focus on getting the base out to leave it in the hallway. I'll take it to the dumpster when I get out of here. I return to the room and reach over to pick up the papers that fell on the floor. They're my drawings. My favorite ones. Thank God they're still alive and weren't burned by King as I imagined. And there's also a letter here in my handwriting...

Chapter 473 Tina followed his gaze and felt her stomach knot with fear. Is he going to avenge Cindy by destroying all the design drawings that I spent much time and enormous efforts in searching for? “Did you draw them all by yourself?” “Yes.” Samuel didn’t reach out to leaf through those pieces of paper. The neat freak was overcome with a feeling of nausea at the thought of their coming from the garbage dump. After glancing through the several drawings scattered around, he gave a snort.

Opening the front door, Raisa was surprised to see a lot of trash scattered in front of her house. "Oh my God!" she shrieked in disbelief at what she saw. She rushed out of her house and looked at the trash. "Why is there so much trash here," said Raisa with a confused and sad face. Raisa patiently picked up the trash. One by one she put them back into the big plastic. "Be patient, Sa. Don't get emotional," Raisa thought. The garbage almost all went into the big plastic that Raisa was carrying. Suddenly she saw a toy in the form of a small blue car.

He ran to the trash can, only to find that it was already empty. He summoned the house cleaners again. “A diary? I think I saw one when I was taking out the trash. It should be at the waste transfer station. But considering the time, the garbage truck probably left with it already…” Zach immediately ran to the residential area’s waste transfer station. He saw that the workers there were about to throw all of the trash into the garbage truck. “One second, Sir. I threw away something important by accident.” Before they could react, Zach had already unloaded all of the trash on the ground.

Grabbing the key to one of his SUVs off the hook, I unlocked the car and went back in to grab the trash I needed to get rid of. I dragged them both by each hand, leaving a trail of blood as I did. I threw them into the back seat of the SUV and slammed the door shut. Taking the driver’s seat, I turned the ignition and drove out of the garage’s automatic doors towards a place befitting the trash in the backseat. I pulled the car to a stop, the tyres screeching loudly in front of what I knew to be the Pack’s Correction Facility. I wasted no time in dragging the first piece of trash out, then the second, pulling their unconscious forms single-handedly behind me into the building.

The rest are in Shouha, and is a big mystery to him. ‘I’m starting to hate this. I really need to learn Shouha!’ He gritted his teeth. ‘But being angry over that thing is useless. I should find from the ripped papers. It should be in the bin.’ His eyes looked at the trashcan beside the desk in the living room, seeing some ripped papers scattered around as he predicted. He immediately took some of the thrash out to collect all the ripped papers. He didn’t mind digging because this is important. He was glad that the thrash weren’t wet, that enabled him to salvage the papers that had been ripped.