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Hannah said. “How’s that?” Elliott asked, leaning forward in his chair. “Tell me more.” “It’s quite simple,” Hannah shrugged. “I have the power to regulate emotions. In this case, I just block any incoming emotional manipulation so that, if Eliza is sending some sort of signal, I can intercept it.” “Yes, do it. Do it now,” Elliott demanded. “Well, I need Aaron’s permission…” she began. “No, you don’t. Do it now.” Aaron shook his head. “It’s ridiculous,” he said. “I’m telling you, I know how I feel about her. It’s genuine.”

I mentally facepalmed. Yup... the ad for new friends still on.

Very weird. * To Be Continued *

The people within could probably see in the uber but i wouldn’t be able to make a guess of what they looked like. At the top of the glass building , in bold unmistakable letters, it read: THE MARTIN MUIR. “Ma’am, is this where you want to go?” the driver asked, glancing at me from the front seat. “Yeah, yes. This is the place. Thank you so much.”

"Good afternoon." "Hi," Mona replied, sliding her card forward. "I need to make a transfer." "Of course." The process felt too slow. Numbers. Confirmations. A quiet beep as the transaction went through. Her stomach dropped slightly at the amount leaving her account. But she didn't hesitate. "Done," the teller said. "Thank you." Mona stepped away, exhaling slowly as she tucked her card back into her bag. One problem handled. For now. Her phone buzzed again.

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It was also amusing how fast of a learner she was, acting all skilled and experienced in the field even though she hadn't fully gained knowledge on it. Jessy knew she now had a loyal companion and a fast learner at that. Dale was asked to aim at bottles, fruits placed at different positions and of course she took time to miss, and getting fed up on the motivational speeches Jessy kept on yelling at her. Calling the various fruits "Ken" and "priest." Dale would end up drawing nearer to end her target. She would watch Jessy aim skillfully without even looking at the models. Jessy was also a good teacher. She would blindfold her eyes with a black cloth holding out to the models threatening Dale

he repeated. Oh, how the tables have turned.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"