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“Aaron gave it to me!” “You’re lying! That’s a Saddler family heirloom. There’s only one like it in the world! Give it back!” I snapped.

He was already shaking. I couldn't believe my eyes. This man was full of dominance and fearfulness back then. How did he end up in such a condition, being a mere worker, a cook even in his own established company? Zayn sighed. "It's fine," he said and paused for a few seconds, staring at him with scrutiny. "Do you know why I bought this place?" he added. Mr. Luke shook his head in disapproval, and Zayn cleared his throat to continue. "Great. Do you remember that day when a reckless and useless digger brought a complaint to you?"

Because I am miserable without you. The password is 278743. To make it easier for you to remember, spell your name on the keypad. :-) I love you very much. Ryder I cried after reading his letter. I missed him so much already. It wasn’t like this with Bryan. He could go to a convention for a week and I would still be my chirpy self at work. I was too busy with my job then, I didn’t have time to miss him. But with Ryder, it was different. It seemed that no matter how busy I became, I’d still have a heavy lump in my heart.

Now, she just wished she could get to hear more. Grace gave her a blank look until finally a frown formed on her face. "What, fired? Why would you think he would have fired you? On the contrary, I think he would have given you two weeks off but not before calling the family doctor over. Make no mistake Moesha, Mr King is no tyrant. He's an angel in human form." Keisha blinked a couple of times, trying to take in the words that she had to admit she had not expected to hear.

why I didn't listen it carefully? That means the Knight Empire is nothing but Xavier Knight Empire. Oh No! What should I do now? I looked at Noah nervously. He smirked at me making me froze on my spot. "Thanks Chloe but I would like to introduce myself properly to Mrs Rosaline. I am Noah Miller, CEO of Miller Corporation and he is Xavier Knight, CEO of Knight Empire, my friend and a well renowned billionaire of United Kingdom" He smirked while ogling at me. What's happening?

Mr Knight lets out a defining laugh before he chucks the gun one side and grabs a knife. “Very well then, we fight till the death,” he yells out as he runs towards me and swipes the knife in my direction. I swerve out of the way and run towards the door but to find it is locked. Cursing myself mentally I click my fingers and the vines grab Mr Knight by the hands and feet. He struggles in the vines and lets the knife go which I pick up and melt. His eyes go wide and he begs for his life, “I-I’m sorry! Please, please just l-let me go!” he is frightened.

He insisted. He motioned for a maid who brought him a folder which he passed to Archer. “What the hell is this?” Archer frowned. “The truth.” Mr. Knight smirked, turning to me. “Don’t you think that you talk way too dramatically to be normal?” I raised an eyebrow at him. I would’ve considered being kind if I had any kindness left in me for this man who insulted me and my family just because I wasn’t chosen by him for his son. Besides, I was way too tired for pleasantries with an unpleasant being.

He said Friday. He comes Thursday. I know because at 6:47 PM my studio buzzer goes off and I’m still in my work clothes with mood boards spread across every surface and a pencil tucked behind my ear that I completely forgot about, and when I open the door Adrian Knight is standing there in his travel coat looking slightly rumpled in a way he never allows himself to look in public. He’s also holding a book. Not flowers. Not wine. A book. Large. Hardcover. Wrapped in brown paper with a small card tucked

I am seated in the most secluded part of the café. I continued reading some of my notes. “Do you know Mr. King’s daughter is the fiancée of Mr. Alexander Knight?” Another woman strikes a conversation with her friend, a little bit from where I was but I heard my father’s name that’s why my ears instantly hooked in their conversation. I couldn’t hear her words after saying my father’s name because the barista was calling someone’s name for their coffee. “Really?” Her exaggerated reaction made some people threw a glance at their table. It was so fucked up because after that, they started whispering at each other. I couldn’t hear it anymore!

He looked up and saw me sitting at my desk. He stopped moving. His face went pale, then a deep, angry red. He walked straight toward me. His heavy boots clicked against the marble floor. "My office," he said. His voice was a low growl. "Now." I stood up and reached for my tablet and the white envelope in my bag. “I have the updates for the Paris trip ready, Mr. Knight.” I followed him into his office. He slammed the door so hard the glass vibrated. He turned on me, his eyes blazing.