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Moreover, there were some pictures that went beyond ‘intimate’ and were simply unsightly and vulgar. Furthermore, Zane seemed to be enjoying it... The text was all about the description of the photos, such as the time and place they were taken, the identities of the women, and so on. Luna immediately deleted the email after reading it. Although those photos looked disgusting, it was Zane’s private life. She had nothing to do with them. “Ms. Crestfall.” Her assistant suddenly knocked on the door and walked in with her long legs. “Zane Wright, a popular star under Riverfront Entertainment, would like to see you.”

I don't know where to look as they were a lot of cellphones in front of me. "Zeke! You're so handsome in personal." Said the girl wearing a jumper with a pig tail hairstyle. I just smiled as they continue flashing their cameras on me. ### "You're the famous model right? You're quiet young." Said the cashier. "It's my first time I saw you here." She added. "Can I ask for your best selling books here?" I asked. "Yeah! Right! We have this Complicated Love Story and The Unexpected Love Story. " The last one caught my attention so I choose it. After paying for the bill, I ran towards my car, avoidinf the paparazzi.

Shawn hit the nail on the head. Grace smiled bashfully upon being called out. Then, she focused on the stack of books. "Are these all yours?" "Yeah, Zain didn't want to sell them. He said they wouldn't fetch much, so they've been kept as a memento." Grace squatted down and browsed through the books. She noticed that they were books from a long time ago. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she picked up a book from the floor. "Criminolo—" Before she could finish, Shawn snatched it away and mustered a smile. "I wanted to join the police academy."

Two men flanked him, one bald, the other with a scar slicing down his cheek. “Well,” Zane said, surveying the scene with a slow, wolfish grin. “Isn’t this cozy?” Raven stood her ground. Crowbar at her side. “Let her go.” He arched a brow. “Her? You mean the girl being sold to the highest bidder in just a few hours? That’s the her you’re worried about?” Raven’s throat burned. “You don’t need her. You’ve already made your point.” Zane moved closer, the toe of his boot brushing against the hem of her jeans. “Oh, sweetheart. I haven’t even started making my point.”

Well, Zane just tagged along with a mutual buddy of Booker's pack. Zane knows his small status is punching way above his weight class, but his skin stays as cool as a valley cucumber even when he realizes my mouth isn't drinking with him. With a wide grin that never wavers, his voice says, “My name is Zane; I am the current general manager over at the Newsom Pack's trading house. My heart has been looking forward to meeting your face, Alpha Blackmoor. Figured my paws would take a shot and introduce my name today—here is my pack card.” Zane, taking a huge gulp of nervous courage, fishes out his small business card and extends it straight toward my fingers. My eyes glance down at the paper, bu

"Not everyone can be Dylan Grey." "Who the fuck is that?" Mathew demanded, glaring up at him now, some genuine irritation creeping into his voice. "He's Zane's husband," Silius said, already lighting back up. "The most supporting husband ever." "He's a total puppy for his wife," he went on, counting the evidence off like it was self-explanatory. "You know what? He's the greenest flag ever." "He literally moves aside when the reporters take their photos in events, so that he won't steal his wife's spotlight," Silius said, practically glowing with the retelling. "He was the one who gifted Zane the company on their anniversary."

As long as it’s not the current company, anyone can rent it. Once I had arranged everything, I poured myself a glass of red wine and gently swirled it. Tomorrow was going to be lively. Mr. Parker will be coming for an inspection. The agent will be bringing people to view the office. Winnie will also be trying to prove herself. And I would start pulling in the net. I took out a sheet of paper and listed everything that could be calculated, one by one. Vehicle value: 4,000,000. Purchase tax: 320,000.

His chest rose and fell quickly, and his boots echoed sharply against the polished floor. As expected, Zane didn’t flinch. He sat behind a massive black oak desk, comfortably nestled in a deep leather chair that looked like a throne. The room smelled of smoke and expensive cologne. The walls were lined with dark shelves filled with books, trophies, and a few framed photographs that seemed too perfect to be real. One side of the room had tall glass windows, the curtains half drawn. Heavy shadows danced along the walls.

The latter said then disappeared. Zane left right after what happened in the library, she couldn’t bring the book with her since she knows it would be chaotic, and it is not a book that she should hold. Her plan is to find the original copy, if her parents are really Selena and Gavin, then she must be the only one who can find the book because when she held the one that Ferlin gave her, she felt the book refusing her touch, she really was not meant to hold anything except the one that was blessed by the moon goddess, Meiko herself.