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I shook my head and replied, "I tend to stay on the low." "We're the most powerful mafia in the United States. Do you know what that means, Amara?" He asked in a snarky tone. I shook my head no, which only seemed to set him off more. He looked like he was about to go on a rampage. "It means that you're putting every single person in this building in danger. Did you know that?" He got up out of his chair. "You could've at least changed your name," he pointed out.

Dustin moved swiftly and immediately arrived in front of Lucius before he took the martial arts manual and excitedly opened it to read. But when he opened it, his face froze. There were only white papers in the manual without any words on it whatsoever. “What do you mean by this?” He looked at Lucius, and his face darkened. “Mr. Fox, this is a martial arts manual of the Fox family from Grayvale. Only someone of the Fox family blood can make the words appear in this manual. If an outsider tries to read it, it’ll just appear as a blank paper,” said Lucius and sighed.

I am no one's property. The End♡

It was dangerous, like a blade wrapped in silk. He didn’t speak again, but he smiled. Not the kind that warmed you. No. It was the kind of smile that promised ruin. “She looks like a kitten who just wants to bite her master,” he said, the words dripping with possession. “3.5 Million? Anyone?” The bidder announced. “Going once, going twice! If there are no more bids-” The strange man kept his eyes on me, then, with agonizing calm, he raised his bidding card.

"Old Chu! How about lending me this Wu'tan Junyin for a week? Just one week. You can raise any condition." Old Chu looked at the old man with white beard and snorted coldly, "Old Ding, it's not that I don't want to lend it to you, but that this thing is not mine. It's just that Allen mortgaged it to me and borrowed a sum of money. I have no right to lend it to you." Hearing this, the old people around suddenly brightened up and gathered around Allen Peterson: "young man, take this thing and lend it to me! I'll give you 500 million."

I frowned at him, “I’m not a piece of meat, I said carefully... trying not to provoke the beast I could see lying dormant in his eyes.” “You can’t just buy and own me. I said defensively”.... “ Oh but sweetheart I did buy you so I do own you , I paid $25million dollars for you, and that contract you signed clearly says I own you, your body and soul. I own your lips, your hips, hair and chest” he growled lowly making me shiver. “So I would advise you to stop trying to keep my belongings from me. Is that clear?....” I turned my head away from him defiantly... he grabbed my face and forcefully made me face him,

Mine! I stared at him confused, I saw the guy with him stare in shock at him and was looking at me weirdly. "You meant what you just said?" I heard the guy ask him again. "Excuse me, but I don't understand you, I am not a possession so you can't own me, man, please I am sorry for not watching my steps," I said moving away from him. Who the heck? Just see someone for the first time and just feel like owning the person.

Bai Hu is amazing （・∀・） Bai Hu : Then Master should give me a reward (＾▽＾) Ming Yue : Okay, I will give you a fish (°∀°)b Bai Hu : No, I want a kiss in human form (∩_∩) Ming Yue : Rejected (´･_･`) Bai Hu : (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

Heat bloomed across her chest, but she forced herself to stand tall, chin lifted, even as the thin fabric shifted with every breath, teasing the edges of her nipples into sharp relief against the lace. A soft murmur rippled through the room. Some of appreciation, others hunger. The voice returned, smooth, genderless, and electronically. "Lot Seven, Elena Quinn. Thirty nights, with no permanent marks. Fantasies negotiated in advance. Starting bid, five million." There's silence for a while, then a paddle rose in the shadows. Gold number 14. "Six." Another person blurted, gold number 9. "Seven." The numbers climbed faster than it's been done before.

His subordinates immediately obeyed, guiding the audience out one by one as murmurs and fearful whispers filled the air. The young man stepped down from the ring and approached the girl. Without warning, he took her hand and pulled her gently to her feet. Her father instantly grabbed the young man’s wrist. A sharp, dangerous look flashed across the young man’s eyes. He glanced at the hand holding him, then slowly lifted his gaze to the older man’s face. “I won,” he said evenly. “She’s mine now. Take your hand off me.” When the man hesitated, one of the young man’s subordinates stepped forward and forcefully removed his grip. Another handed the father a briefcase.