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It slightly unnerved me seeing him appear even the slightest bit serious, but it quickly faded into something more apologetic. "Sorry. I could tell where that conversation was leading and needed a quick escape." I looked over my shoulder to where we had been standing and could no longer see Daniela positioned there. "So we aren't going to meet your uncle Rufus?" Adrian let out a small chuckle. "Cousin Remus," he corrected. "And only if you want to be sucked into a boorish story about the time he managed to broker a deal between the Frankish and Suebians for one of his family's prized chandeliers."

Mikhail wouldn't stain the furniture and waste away the fine heirlooms that had been in the house for generations. Change was coming, and it would start here, in my uncle's office. Alisa and Desmier arrived just after I did. "How much?" "Damage?" Desmier asked with a smirk. Alisa rolled her eyes at him. "Hush." Desmier smiled and nodded at me on his way out. "How much?" I asked again, curious whether Alisa even knew. She listed a number, and I was impressed. "What?" she asked as I sat in my uncle's chair behind the antique desk that should have been my father's. I rubbed my hand over the smooth, polished wood.

“To be honest, I know your uncle had done a lot for the Viper’s Den all these years, but so did my father. We devoted ourselves to the organization. “We should make peace and wealth together, not war. Am I right?” He came up with an excuse not to drink. He put the glass down and looked at her. “I hope for the best for Uncle Edmund, but there’s no way your family would be so easy-going. My uncle devoted his life to the organization. He got so much business for the Viper’s Den, but the people inside still did not appreciate his effort. “Before Uncle Edmund took over the finance department, the organization was poor. They barely owned any assets.

FREYA’S POV I finally remembered that I had seen the currency from Uncle Anson and raced back to the library to tell Remy that I had found the place I saw it and told him where. He couldn’t process the reason why he would have it and tried to give excuses that it might have been a souvenir he received from the passing human merchants at the border but I was not convinced. It was too many to be tagged as a souvenir and I was sure there was something else fishy going on. He had too much pointing at him to be pure.

"I won't thrust my claws into your thick brush anymore. Run your own trail. It is just a great shame that this truce-feast ended up driving a deeper wedge between the Vale pack and the Quincey line. Your fangs need to learn restraint... if your beast keeps biting their pups like this, how can my boots ever cross the border to face old man Walter Quincey?" "Did second uncle's inner wolf not find great joy in every snap of my jaws today?" "There is no need for your tongue to bark what my ears already know," my uncle snickers, his gaze sliding back to my face. He steps closer to the table, his chest expanding with a polite rumble. "Why don't you let an old hunter share a piece of fresh meat wit

The man took them inside and whispered in Amelia's ear, "Look, just to get you in here cost me two bottles of good wine. Isn't eight thousand not enough? I'll add another two thousand later." Amelia heard that and said, "Okay, I'll send you another two thousand later. It's no big deal." The uncle laughed again after hearing that. The ritual not only gave him meat to eat but also made him ten thousand dollars. He walked home with a spring in his step. Amelia and the others followed behind him. Besides, Amelia herself would look around. Cavy wasn't just an ordinary person, he'd always been watching what was going on around here, just to find the source.

a voice interrupted nearby and made Kevin look up. "Did you forget uncle? I'll only get drunk after drinking a hundred bottles of wine?" "Ah yes I forgot to forgive your uncle Kevin's dementia." "Ah never mind uncle, it's not a problem. Why don't you rest Yos?" Kevin asked squinting at his brother who was picking up the book. "I like it, have I ever obeyed you? Ouch!! Uncle WHY DID YOU HIT ME WITH THAT THICK BOOK!!" "You can still feel the pain too apparently."

It was because I felt like I had gotten a much better interesting idea. My uncle used to be my father's right-hand man. He should know more about business than me, but the way he still involves me in decisions like this makes me feel very valuable. “We will start by selecting some apple seeds, then work the field by cutting down some trees. Can you manage your finances for this?” he asked. “Of course, I will see what is left after we pay our monthly debts,” I said. My uncle sighed, now the look in his eyes at me meant sympathy from him “I regret letting you work in that manor. You’ve done a hard thing”

Izzy asked excitedly, unable to hide the joy in her eyes. “Well, more like a hotel and resort, my uncle owns the place…” Carl replied, which made Izzy even more nervous. “Carl, is this Uncle S.A. or Uncle S.S. the one you keep talking about, is he old?” Izzy couldn’t help but ask, as they were getting into the car waiting for them at the airport. “No, he’s still young, probably around 34 or 35, why?” The anxiety that had troubled Izzy earlier intensified, mixing with fear and concern.

It explained why he hadn't noticed me yet. This wasn’t the man from last night. This wasn’t the one who told me I was alive because he allowed it. This was something else. He looked dangerous but I think I know Dante, he can't be as bad as he looks. I exhaled sharply and stepped back. This was exactly what I wasn’t going to do. I was not going to stand here and stare at…. “At my uncle,” I muttered under my breath. It all felt wrong. It had always been a title more than anything real. I think I called him that out of respect, distance, or maybe boundary. I was starting to realize didn’t feel as solid as it should.