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Cathleen: Yeah, I know. Old Mr. Knight: However, since you have become a Knight, no one will be able to harm you. Well, I will be coming this Saturday. I hope you are not working. Cathleen: I can never be too busy for you. Old Mr. Knight: Great! See you Saturday, kiddo.

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?

She moved aside only to hiss in pain as Stacy stepped on her left foot. “Wow!! Damien Knight. He’s so hot.” Emma slightly pushed her as Stacy was standing on her foot to get a better view of the heartthrob. But Stacy fisted her shirt more tightly making her groan in annoyance. Sophia Turner, the managing director of Knight Corporation stepped forward to welcome the mogul, “Welcome, Mr. Knight”, she greeted and shook hands with him. That’s when Emma’s gaze landed on the rose gold Patek Philippe watch on his right wrist.

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

She called Jonathan's assistant to get those headlines and reports taken down but she replied, “It's over everywhere and in the morning paper, Mrs Knight, it's going to be impossible to completely wipe it off the Internet. However, the team and I will try our best!” “Alright, thank you.” Iris was taken aback by the enthusiasm from the assistant. “Oh and Mrs Knight…” She quickly called before Iris hung up and Iris hummed. “Chef Ryan Jared is going live with Clavy's Media to talk about Mr Knight stealing his receipt in about ten minutes and another at noon and yet another at night. I just thought you and Mr Knight are aware and we await instructions.” Iris ended the call after and she met Jona

They will just wait for Carter’s move and focus on their mission, despite their concern for their cousin, who is currently in the hospital. And it was as if nothing had happened while the business executives who had collapsed on the table were unconscious, and Solen didn’t seem to care. And Solen had the chance to meet Carter Knight, the eldest of the knights. “Hello, Mr. Carter Knight!” Carter and Hill came to a halt and turned to face Solen Madrid, who was smiling at them. “Hello there.” Solen smirked and walked over to Carter’s table. “Did you have a good time at the party?”

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

His voice trembled now, and it matched the way my eyes widened. That name together with his face sounded so familiar. Mr. Knight. Where the fuck have I heard this name from? "Yes!" "Holy shi... Ahhh, Mr. Knight. We're so sorry for being so incompetent. Please, forgive us, sir." I suddenly felt the cold and dark aura that oozed out of him. "I will prefer you use those damn hands of yours instead of your mouth. Now!" "Yes, sir. Please hang tight... I swear ten minutes top you will be out of there, sir."

I pass the key to him and stumble forward when I hear the ear-piercing crushing sound coming from the second floor of the mansion before me. "For how long?" I make a panic sound, and for the first time in my life, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. "Since he has returned home, which couldn't be more than half an hour, ma'am." The guard sounds concerned, and I follow him, matching his steps as he hurries toward the mansion. Climbing the small staircase, we reach the door when the man says, "I tried Sir Logan and Eleanor and other people's numbers, but they didn't pick up the call. Maybe they didn't hear the ring. You gave me your number last time you came with Ms. Brooklyn for project wo

What he was talking about? Avery stared at him, dumbfounded. "Because of me? Enlighten me please, Mr Knight." Hearing her he smirked at her with resentment. If he was allowed to, he would have made her suffer but he was not allowed to, he couldn't think of hurting her or he would be the one to suffer not her. "Now, I am Mr Knight? You are not my daughter." He uttered. 'She will be the future CEO of Knight V.L. Watch how you behave with her or your life will be miserable, I will make sure of it.'