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RK massaged his temple, then told him everything. Hearing it Kevin shook his head helpless while Jenny became angry "Despite seeing her height, you asked her for something kept above it?!" RK narrowed his eyes and looked at her "On the other side of the bookshelf, there is a stepping ladder in the corner, but your stupid friend tried to extract the file by standing on the chair which had the wheels. So it had to happen." He said coldly and gave her a deathly look. Seeing it, Kevin and Jenny both shuddered back.

I didn’t even sit close to him. I was simply responding to the question his guest was asking me. Emphasis on ‘his’. So why had Mr. Knight sounded so… irritated? Or was it anger I saw in his eyes? I shifted, trying to balance my weight and sighed. Some people were ridiculously weird for no reason, no matter how much money they had. And Mr. Knight was a definite example. And what was that hard copy nonsense? I shook my head trying to hold in my laugh. What was he even going to do with printed files that could have easily been emailed to him?

This was an old mansion but exquisite and exclusive. The knight family loves to show off their status with power; unlike the king's family, the king’s family was a peaceful family other than these three brothers and sisters. But the knight family differed from other families; the Knight family’s men have over one woman, so they have sons and daughters outside, even though it’s wrong, They still allow these sons and daughters to come inside the knight family’s old house every time in the family meetings; they even carry

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

that the performance had shifted into something real. But this empty room felt like a statement. Don't get used to this, I warned myself, swinging my legs out of bed. He is a master tactician. Last night was a strategy. This morning is reality. I reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen was flooded with notifications. New York Times: The Knight Fairytale: Inside the Secret Romance. Page Six: The Emeralds That Stole the Show. Vogue: Who is Isabella Knight? A Look at the Woman Who Tamed the Wolf.

“And some who are not.” I should have been insulted. Instead, I almost smiled. Cold, brutal honesty. No flattery. No lies. How refreshing after Richard. “And which am I, Mr. Knight?” I asked. “A player worth noting, or one who is not?” He studied me. For a long, unnerving beat, he said nothing. Just held my gaze, as though weighing me against some invisible scale. Finally, he murmured, “The answer depends on whether you plan to repeat your last mistake.”

As they stood under the soft glow of the streetlights, Mr. Royal Knight's words hung in the air like a delicate promise. "And I believe we should learn to walk before we run. That's exactly why I didn't kiss you, Mrs. Eleanor Knight," he confessed, his tone gentle yet resolute. "But I promise not to make you wait for very long." Eleanor felt a shiver of anticipation dance down her spine, her heart fluttering at his sincerity. "Very thoughtful, Mr. Royal Knight," she praised, her voice warm with affection.

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Smirking, I patiently waited to hear what he had to say now. “Spread the word,” Zayne enunciated, extending his hand out, his eyes flooding with an unpredictable malevolent. “The ‘Knight’ of Mrs. Nightwood is here,” The crowd erupted, but a shiver raced down my spine, the electrification was replaced with dread. To the world, he was announcing his eternal promise of my protection to the world. But, why did it feel like he was delivering a…. Secret message?

One maid replied proudly, "Everything Mr. Knight buys costs a fortune." Meanwhile… Inside the Knight Group headquarters. Alexander Knight stood in his office, looking down at the city through the glass window. His assistant, Daniel, stood behind him. "Sir, the media is going crazy." Alexander didn't turn around. "Why?" Daniel cleared his throat. "You announced your wedding overnight." Alexander spoke calmly. "Yes." Daniel hesitated. "And they are asking one question." Alexander finally turned. "What question?" Daniel sighed. "Who is Emily Carter?" Alexander’s eyes darkened slightly.