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The plantiff didn't seem delighted by his order. "What are you doing?" Allain demanded, greatly displeased. "Can't you see? I am overruling you," Elizah told Allain with a smirk. Allain blistered. Elizah may not have taken the highest title yet but the power still belonged to him. "Give the boy employment," he stated, taking everyone aback. He then turned his gaze to the plantiff. "and by his wages, he will pay back whatever he stole from you," Elizah told the merchant. The merchant nodded in agreement. He wanted his money back.

“Why didn’t you tell us last night about Isobel?” Kyle glared at his father, who sat behind a massive oak desk in his house office. Isobel was across the hall, lying on the living room couch, being hovered over by his mother. “That night we had agreed to not tell anyone what happened. Honestly, I’m surprised that Saanvi told you,” his father said, leaning back on the office chair, steepling his fingers. “Dr. Kumari thought it was best for us to know, now that Isobel is my mate and carrying our pup. You should have at least told me!”

Just a shift of his weight, a small adjustment, the body language of a man deciding which version of himself to lead with. He chose reasonable. "You don't have to do this the hard way," Viktor said. His Italian was accented but precise. "I have assets you don't know about. Information on four families that would change the shape of things in this city considerably. We can talk about arrangements." Dante said nothing. Viktor tried again. "The territory," he said. "Northern district. The port routes. Everything I have been working toward for two years. It is yours. Consider it a settlement."

"It details my history, interests, professional skills, career path, earnings, and financial holdings. Please, feel free to go through it at your own time. "To be perfectly frank, my objective for this meeting is marriage. My social circle doesn't have many women, which allows me to promise absolute fidelity. Once we wed, I intend to uphold every commitment I make today, and that includes a non-compensatory transfer of all my individual assets to your name. "I have no intention of imposing any burden upon my partner, so she will enjoy total freedom as long as our marriage remains intact. If you are alright with these terms, it is my sincere hope that my proposal..."

he leaned back on his throne, cutting the murmurs of the elders off as they all turned their eyes to him. Cain signalled to Max, who immediately brought out a scroll that was hidden behind him. He read out loud, "As from today, Left Wing of New moon pack will have it own main gate, leading directly to the border which will help the pack members get the necessary things needed." Yet, for the third time, the hall fell into commotion. But instead of negative whispers, they all began to praise Cain for his smartness. "That's a brilliant idea.' "We will no longer have to be on hold because of the right wing."

“Hmm, is that so? Then my mind just changed. Save Inspector Yeo-ren.” That that was a possible thing in reverse as well. Hyeon-sin stared blankly at LF with surprised eyes. [In case of mission cancellation and counter-request, the f*e is double the existing amount.] Double. It was a whopping 200 million. The corners of LF's mouth drew an arc enchantingly yet arrogantly. “200 million, I will deposit it right now. Instead, give the names of the person who requested that mission and the guy who currently accepted it.”

I totally forgot about this. I unseal it, my fingers digging inside the papers with force. My fingers trail the words hurriedly and there it is. Fifty percent positive. Uterine half-siblings. My shoulders slump. “We are half-brothers,” I whisper the words, feeling heavy on my tongue. Leo steps forward grabbing the papers from my hands. “Fuck,” he hisses. “What now?” He asks. I rake my hands through my hair. “This is bad.” “No one can ever know about this,” I mumble.

We’ll just have to wait till… “Huh? Next month? But why? Did you tell them the request is from me?” I just need to make sure the request was not placed as one from Lucinda Caprio but from Don Caprio. I may not like Mateo Garcia, but he has a lot to do in helping me achieve my aims. How can I allow this opportunity to slip through my fingers? “Yes, Don. I relayed everything to them, but Vandy says Mateo would not allow anyone to see him.”

Her focus was razor-sharp despite barely three hours of sleep and a long night on the phone with Emilio. She stepped into Cassian’s office, a binder in hand. “Here’s the revised Milan proposal,” she said, placing it neatly on his desk. “I cross-referenced EuroCorp’s quarter-end numbers. The offshore incentive model holds.” “Good.” His voice was quiet, clipped. He didn’t look up. Zara hesitated. The silence felt… colder than usual. She turned to leave then noticed something near the base of the chair he never sat in. A small loop of black satin.