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Keisha confessed earnestly, knowing very well that Grace would not be able to figure out her worries if she tried. "Why would you say that? Did something happen?" Grace's concern was clear on her round face. Keisha smiled and shrugged. "What's happening? Mr King is having dinner out here. That's rather unusual of him, don't you think," she fished, sounding as nonchalant as she could manage.

Kingsley cleared his throat, forcing his expression to soften for his daughter. “Teresa!” he called. The young maid rushed in immediately. “Take Luna to her room.” “Yes, sir.” Teresa scooped the little girl up and disappeared down the hall. “Follow me,” Kingsley said coldly, turning toward his study without another glance. Tessa trailed behind, her eyes widening the moment they stepped inside. The room was lined from floor to ceiling with books. He doesn’t look like the type that reads, she thought, her gaze drifting over the tower of neatly stacked volumes.

He replied boldly. There was a long silence before he sat across from her and exhaled. “Let me tell you more about my background and who I am in general”. He took a deep breath as he was about to talk. “My name is Kingsley Osaro. Some know me as a real estate mogul, others as the Scandal-ridden philantropist who vanished from the headlines. But who I'm really am that is a question I've been trying to

I suggested gently. "Huh?" "Yeah. Actually, back then, Kingsley impregnated a lady when he had just started college and ended up taking responsibility and marrying her. The lady didn't want Kingsley to abandon her and ended up giving birth to more kids despite the fact that he wasn't ready for it. But I think six years ago, his wife cheated on him and they got divorced. His kids are actually four, not five, unless he got another wife. Two live with him while the remaining two are with his ex-wife."

Classic and trendy have merged into one at this place. Claude casually picked up a magazine outside the shop to look at it and discovered that it had posted a photo of Derek Thomas and Martha Clare's wedding. The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World."

I know he must have fled to one of the neighboring kingdoms, the best chance being with Soren, since the two are allies, although I noticed that Soren wasn't treating Klaus as well as he used to. My footsteps echoed through the corridors, being the new King of the Werewolves has many advantages, one of which is my network of spies, which is why I managed to infiltrate Soren's meeting on the border of the three kingdoms. The Necromancers wanted a way to control Soren, it wasn't easy, but it was certainly worth it, even if it didn't work out that way. I stopped in front of the wooden door, took a deep breath and opened the door. The room isn't very big, but it's big enough for two people to be

“Sir, Madam Kingsley forgot something in your office.” Madam Kingsley herself entered next, her face etched with a mix of concern and urgency. “I seem to have lost my bracelet during our meeting,” she declared, her distinct Aussie accent lending an air of elegance to her long blonde hair, hazel eyes, and sun-kissed skin. Her eyes scanned the room as if expecting the missing item to materialize.

I noticed the moment Madam Kingsley looked down; she seemed sad, perhaps because she was thinking about how her son would suffer a broken heart if Cassandra chose me, or perhaps for another reason. She must know that Cassandra and I are not on good terms right now, I’m certain of it. Yet she didn’t bring it up. Instead, she looked at me more deeply this time. She truly impressed me. Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley are known as a humble couple. In their later years, they often travel together. From the information I’ve gathered, both of them are actively involved in many social activities, which is why they are so widely respected. “Don’t act with hesitation, Sebastian. But never force Sandra.”