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She told me that she was and that she couldn't wait to celebrate with the pack. "I want us to talk, Sarah." I said, glancing at my wrist watch. My wrist watch was a sleek and stylish timepiece, the perfect accessory for a powerful Alpha like me. It was made of high-quality stainless steel, with a silver band that glimmered in the light. The face of the watch was black, with bold white numerals that stood out against the dark background. The hands were also white, making it easy to read the time at a glance. As the stylists left, I turned to Liaand I said, "I want us to talk."

I set the plan at the time of your shadow, but at that time I could only lie in the hospital bed in country M. 'The proposal, late for a long time. Today, I want to fulfill my promise under the witness of your family, Miss.Oliver, will you agree to my proposal? ' Ethan Wharton said, and took out a beautiful gift box. The gift box was nothing but two watches, which at first glance were lovers' models. This watch is entirely in Kristen Oliver's aesthetic point, but I can't see what brand it is. And subtly, the dial is a ring and a diamond ring.

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

Maybe both. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “She died during childbirth.” “I’m so sorry to hear that.” Winston didn’t respond, merely waving me away. I noticed something, though, as he waved his hand: a watch on his wrist. So out of place amongst the period atmosphere. It immediately piqued my interest. “Alpha Winston,” I said, pointing, “is that a Rolex?” Winston froze, glancing down at the watch for a moment before hastily covering it with his sleeve as if ashamed. “It was a gift.”

asked the man. What am I? A thing? This man was shameless too! If only the sharpness of my eyes were deadly, I would be happy seeing them lifeless on the floor. The man blew a smoke before he looked at me with his black like the eyes of a hawk. I could see no emotion in the man's eyes; instead, it was like a grave. Those kinds of watches were scary. I saw a scar on his left cheek, and it was significant as if it was deliberately cut down his neck.

Silver Night was absolutely fine with that. So he signed up and jetted off to the organization's HQ in Yare. When he laid eyes on the warehouse full of shiny, top-of-the-line gear, even a seasoned pro like him was gobsmacked. "Where in the world did you score this stuff?" he asked, eyeing a detection machine so new it was practically sci-fi. "Don't sweat the details," Black Hawk tossed him the keys and a security card. "Just dive into your work. Can't wait to see what you do with Glacier."

he said, flashing her a grin. “Surprised you made it in time,” Tasha replied with a smirk. Robbin stepped in, immediately kneeling to greet Ethan, who had rushed over to see him. “Hey, buddy! Long time no see. Missed you.” “Me too!” Ethan exclaimed as Robbin handed him the box. “What’s this?” “Open it and see,” Robbin replied. Ethan tore into the box, pulling out a sleek smart watch. His eyes widened. “Whoa! This is so cool! Thanks, Robbin!”

Heather listened in silence as Chrishell spilled the details of everything she knew. Once Chrishell finished, Heather rose from her chair and moved toward Chrishell's luggage. She rummaged through the pile of jewelry and trinkets before her fingers closed around an old, solid gold pocket watch. It was the watch she had given to Brett—a vintage piece with a listening device hidden neatly inside the back panel. Heather pocketed the watch and walked out of the room, leaving Chrishell's desperate cries behind her. She didn't bother to turn back.

"In these, you are still the woman who runs my professional life. But inside them, the baby has room to breathe." Hezekiah looked at the price tags she knew must be astronomical. It was another layer of his control—soft, expensive, and impossible to fight. "You've thought of everything," she said, her voice trembling. "Not everything," Darius corrected. He walked over to a small velvet box on the island in the center of the closet. He opened it to reveal a simple, elegant watch. "Your old one had a cracked face. This one is synced to the house security. If you ever feel dizzy, or if your blood pressure spikes, you press the crown for three seconds. It alerts me and the medical team instantly

I held my breath, hesitating for a moment. And then I turned, and I looked up to the direction the bartender had gestured to. The first thing I noticed was the watch. I couldn’t tell what brand it was from where I sat, but I knew it was made of black diamonds—if the strobe lights reflecting on them were any indication. The watch was attached to a large hand, and with how sharp my vision was, I could see a tattoo that disappeared under the sleeves of a black suit. And that was all I could see.