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Clay asked casually. "I didn't make one." Wolf was still cautious. They hadn't discussed it, and Wolf imagined Zoe didn't want it either, considering she was busy with her career. "Don't postpone too long, or your kid will call you grandpa—instead of dad—because your gray hair is increasing," teased Clay, pointing to the white strands in Wolf's hair. "You know I've had it since I was young!" Wolf growled. The white hair on Wolf's head wasn't a sign of old age, just a genetic condition, and the gray hair had been there since he was a teenager.

"Don't forget to come back tonight, or I will go insane." "Of course not. Ira would go crazy without you, and I would, too," I said as I walked out. I was using the back woods to go to the pack house when I saw Elyn. I was going to call out to her. She already knew about Leon, and I felt like talking with her would ease this pressure building up inside me. All this sneaking around was getting to me. But then I saw a man and her hair. Just yesterday, she had a brownish blonde hair, and now it was all white. Pure, snowy white. What the heck... But that wasn't the surprise.

someone shouted in the crowd, and everyone looked over. Suddenly, the uproar turned into pin-drop silence. An extended Lincoln drove by slowly. The car was surrounded by hundreds of men in black marching along, making the scene majestically stunning. Who could it be? Even the heirs of the wealthy were stunned as they stared at Lincoln. This extended Lincoln was a customized edition, and probably less than five existed in the world.

Once I slowly ate my toast, Lincoln showed me around his most beautiful house, I have to say it was much more modern than Albans. Lincoln’s house’s colour scheme was black and white, all of his cupboards looked to be very slick and clean, even his staircase descended into a spiral shape. As for Albans house, his seemed a lot more dated in style, golds and whites littered his home and reminded me of a royal type of getaway. Both were absolutely beautiful homes I thought only famous people lived in!

The white hair made its own weather. “She knows where to stand,” I said. “She stands where you can’t smell her,” Lucas replied. We held that line between us like a wire and waited to see who would pluck it first. “Look closer,” he added, and set a loupe on the linen. I picked it up, an absurdly delicate tool for men like us, and leaned into the first photograph again. The sunglasses were heavy, not cheap fashion, frames designed to sit, lenses designed to lie. The mask, medical white, but with a seam a hand too careful had stitched. The hair, too clean for dye, too cold for bleach. Wigs make a shape after an hour; this didn’t.

Rumors made her out to be obnoxious and arrogant, but she didn't seem like that at all. He'd seen Lucille a few times when she'd been younger, and he knew she was an obedient and sensible child. She'd even inherited her mother's intelligence and wisdom. Lincoln had been oblivious to the fact that Harold had wanted to call off the engagement since the latter had kept it from him. By the time he found out, it had already been too late. After years in the business world, Lincoln's presence had become commanding and domineering. Still, he couldn't be rude to Horace. He said, "I wouldn't exactly call this a pleasure, Mr. Johnson Senior."

Caesar appreciates Herman's political views, but at the moment, it is necessary to negotiate privately and it's not suitable for official talks. … Herman hadn't gone to sleep yet, more than half of his hair had turned white. Unlike politicians from some countries who dyed their hair white to appear more reliable, a large part of Herman's white hair was due to his day and night work. Lola conveyed Caesar's words to Herman in full. Herman took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, hesitated for two seconds, and told Lola, "I have a new task to entrust to you."