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she replied with determined eyes. "What??" Well that was unexpected.. "He he you don't believe me?? Well about my family i have no love for them just hatred..as for Millers.."a cold look flashed her eyes.."you don't have to know." "What about Fischer's." "Haha..to destroy them i don't need you at all...they have a lot loopholes." "Looks like miss Daudet is going to offend so many peoples.." " Without offending them there is no joy in the play. I wonder what Mr Turner is thinking now??"she sneered.

And with that, he turned away, leaving me standing still, heart hammering so loud I was certain he could hear it. -- My heart was still pounding in my chest, a dull thud that echoed louder than I wanted it to. I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe too heavily either. I kept my face straight, arms crossed slightly to keep myself from fidgeting. He hadn’t said anything for a few seconds now, just staring at me with that look, calculating, cold. “Mr. Turner,” Richard finally said, his tone sharp like glass. “You’ve always struck me as many things. Desperate. Bitter. Irrational.”

“You too.” Daniel obeyed as well, which almost made Leah smile. Mrs. Turner noticed. Of course she did. “Good,” she said. “There is hope for one of you.” Daniel looked at her. “Only one?” “I am not optimistic by nature.” She turned to leave, then paused by the table. Her eyes moved to Margaret’s blue-painted card. “For what it is worth,” she said, voice less sharp now, “people who say matters should be settled where they began usually mean they have arranged the room to remember only their version.”

He frowned as she turned around, ‘How did your date go Miss Turner? She froze, closed her eyes trying to get a hold of her temper as he was really trying to mess with her on purpose—she just couldn't understand why he would do such a thing. This was the same man who acted like he didn't even sleep with her and now he was messing with her personal life, why would he do such a thing if he has made his dislike for the so obvious??. ‘I asked you a question Miss Turner'. She turned around, ‘I'm sorry but it's none of your business sir'.

For a heartbeat, I’m back there, juggling Jaxon’s book bag and lunchbox, while she leans over the fence to slip Jax a biscuit and ask if I’m eating enough. “Mrs Turner,” I breathe. Her face crumples with relief and outrage all at once. “Oh, love, I knew he was lying. He said you ran off and abandoned that boy, but I told him, I said, ‘Our Paige would never leave that sweet boy.’” Her eyes flick over my shoulder to the wall of very large, very dangerous-looking men behind me. “Goodness. You have… friends.” “That is one word for us,” Callen says, flashing her his charming grin.

I saw his eyes water, and at first I was confused till I realized it must mean a lot to him that I was finally consulting with him. He placed his hand over my left hand that was gripping the edge of the table. “I can do that,” he said, nodding. “I will do that for you. You do not even have to interact with the detective. What do you want to know?” “I believe there is a connection between the Turners and the Inuoe’s. More like an old grudge, the kind the Sullivans and Tucker have. I don’t know how important it is, but if I am going to take Ophelia down, I need something to protect myself from her father’s wrath.”

"What the hell? The Turners really went overboard this time! They're the ones who drove Drake into a corner!" "I feel so sorry for Drake! He thought he had married the love of his life, but he was just jumping into the pits of hell." "Stella's such a bitch, and her mom's no better! And Adam's a bastard through and through. This family really is something!" "I'm sorry for cursing at you in the past, Drake! I'm sorry I was blind!" The tides now turned completely in my favor. The Turners were the ones under fire. Fiona even smashed her most beloved and prized antique china vase onto the floor.

As I watched the woman who had possessed my mind for the past weeks strut out of the restaurant with that jerk, a bone ticked in my jaw. I couldn’t let her be with him. Those dangerous flames still danced in his eyes; I could see them clearly. The urge to break something came rushing like a storm. Dylan was bad news. He had gotten away from me once, five years ago… That memory was once I liked to reserve as fuel for the perfect occasion, painful as it was.

Mr. Dillard stepped out of the station, every vein in his body boiling with anger. His main purpose of coming to Dennis was to understand his perspective and why he'd treat his daughter Cardi that way. Mr. Dillard always looked out for people's emotions and experiences so he could tell why they act a certain way—to him every villain has a backstory and deserves an ear. But Dennis was indeed an ingrate as his daughter, Diana had said. “Dad, how did it go?” Trevor, who was waiting outside with the bodyguards asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Her sister was the one bumped from the lead walk for Miss Hart. Turner Studios didn't start the fire, but Blake certainly threw oil on it." Connor stared into the dark. "If it's H World, we wait. Once Ava claims her place in their ranks, she will handle the internal rot herself. But as for the Turners... their moon is setting." Back in the stifling heat of the New York den, Blake Turner paced his halls. He stopped at the guest chamber, watching Riley sleep under a shaft of cold moonlight. The knowledge of her betrayal—the scent of the Judge still clinging to her memory—made his blood boil.