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he carried on to speak the rest of the statement, knowing very well that Keisha was no longer on the other end of the line. With a shake of his head, he put his glasses back on and pushed his chair under the desk. He cracked his fingers once and set to work. The keyboard complained under his expertly fingers. His gaze never wavered off the screen as he clicked all the buttons until finally he hit send and the email addressed to Draco was successfully sent. Sure enough, their next mission was sent alongside a congratulatory email alerting him of their successful payments. "Thompson King?" He read the name written in bold out loud in question.

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

I greeted with a respectful bow. He nodded, acknowledging me. Taking off his glasses, he looked up. “You wanted to see me. Is there a problem?” His voice was calm, steady as always. I stepped closer to his desk. “Yes, sir. I’ve found out about Mrs. Knight’s whereabouts. She doesn’t stay at home… she’s working.” I said the last word carefully, still unsure of myself. He frowned slightly. “Working?” he repeated, his tone unreadable. “Yes, sir.” I handed him my phone, showing the picture I had taken earlier. He stared at the photo for a few seconds. I braced myself for anger—for shouting, maybe even rage but there was none. His face stayed perfectly still.

I click on the email, and my breath stutters. You always find me, don’t you? Even when I did not know, I was lost. Come see me. We have a lot to talk about, and I have much to explain. You are constantly on my mind, and I have missed you, my knight in shining armor. Yours always M

“Mr. Doyle, please—” “What’s going on here?” That voice. I froze. I turned my head slowly, and there he was—Mr. Knight—standing outside his office door, eyes locked on Mr. Doyle like he was ready to throw a punch. Mr. Doyle’s smile dropped. And I didn’t miss the fear in his eyes when he saw Adrian.

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.

His knuckles brushed against the swell of my breast, making my breath catch. "I wonder why I was distracted," I said sarcastically. He smirked, refastening the button correctly. "No idea. Maybe you were thinking about my cock stretching that tight pussy of yours." "Mr. Knight!" I hissed, glancing nervously at the door. "Relax, Madison. The door is locked, and the walls are soundproof." He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Which is fortunate, considering how loud you scream when you come."

The kind of smile that held no warmth. “Mrs. Knight,” he said softly, though I had never given anyone that title aloud. My blood froze. “You’re even more beautiful in person.” My throat went dry. “I think you’re mistaken.” His companion chuckled low, shaking his head. “We don’t make mistakes.” The first man stepped closer, his voice still calm, too calm. “You see, our employer takes great interest in Alexander Knight’s… attachments. Especially the secret ones. Secrets are fragile things, Mrs. Knight. They can be broken so easily.”

I said, very calmly and politely. "You can't order me, Miss Williams." The nerve of this chauvinist, son of a billionaire! "I'm not in the mood for your baseless comments. Start explaining, Mr Knight." I gritted my teeth in anger. "What makes you think, my comments are baseless, Miss Williams?" That was more than enough for me to act calmly, "Are you bloody insane? Tell me!" I yelled as he stared at me impassively, as if my screeching never had any effect on him.

Knight. “Mr. Knight. I have kept my words. I gave what you wanted, now give me what you promised me.” Lauren said calmly but Mr. Knight was seething in anger. And seeing her face his anger flared up. He pulled out the cheque and threw it on her face.