“There can’t be any change in plan. We both agreed, and you even hiked the price because of our family name,” Jerome blurted, her tone sharp and unyielding, her heart racing like it was in a sprint against time.Though she was a Quinn, the Quinn first daughter, she never liked it when anyone tried to frustrate her. Right now, she could feel the tension in the air, and she figured Donald was deliberately walking that line, testing how far she would let him go before snapping.“Well, I call the shots here,” Donald said with an edge in his voice. “If I say there is a change in plans, there is. You do not have any right to change that fact. I am not the Quinns’ puppet!” His hand slammed down on the table, coffee cups rattling as his voice rose.Normally, Donald was the type who treated his clients with careful respect. But at this moment, his mind was locked on seizing an opportunity he might never get again. He could smell leverage in the air, and he was not about to let the Quinns contr

Donald’s body shook in fear. He knew a direct threat when he saw one. And this wasn’t just any threat; this was the kind that stripped a man of all pretense and made him see his own grave. He had been a private investigator for the longest time, long enough to know the difference between a bluff and a promise of death.Over the years, he had experienced many dangerous encounters. People had tried to corner him, to intimidate him, to break him. And among these experiences, being caught was the worst. When it happened, they would threaten him, sometimes violently. But Donald had always refused to budge. He knew most of them couldn’t actually harm him. They didn’t have the power, and he had the protection of the agency he worked with.If anything ever happened to him, the agency would be alerted immediately. And once they were, an investigation into his disappearance would be launched without hesitation. That knowledge had always been his shield, the thing that allowed him to stare down

Isla licked the surface of his dick.It was another morning in the hands of Micah, another heated dawn that promised the same routine, another morning to ride his dick just the way he loved it. The sunlight filtering in through the curtains caught the edge of his grin, a grin that widened as she moved.She sat on him, feeling the heat of his body beneath hers, and as he spread his wide smile across his cheek, she grabbed his erected dick and slid it deep into her wet pu**y.They had been on this business since the night before, their bodies locked in an endless loop of lust. They had taken only five hours of sleep before waking up and starting again, unable to resist each other’s pull.Outside their little world, social media was buzzing with news that was shaking people everywhere, but they were oblivious, caught up in their own haze of pleasure. This morning, however, that blissful ignorance was about to end.The TV was already on, its low hum filling the room as she moved up and do

Isla paced to and fro in her room like a prisoner counting the days, her heels tapping lightly against the marble floor. Her hands rested against her jaws, pressing into her cheeks as she remembered everything she had done to Lucas in the past.Aside from the fact that she once allowed him to help her clean her wall glasses, every corner of her boutique back then, and aside from the fact that she had never once appreciated him, she now recalled with a sting in her chest how she had cheated on him with Micah over and over again.She could still picture how she and Micah would curse him in private, laughing together as they made jokes at his expense. She remembered other days when she had even cursed him to his face, perhaps on those occasions when he was supposed to come quickly into the boutique and clean up as he always did, but instead, he arrived late.Now, this same man she had treated like he was worth nothing… was the heir of Virellon Group? The son of Adrian Virellis? The only

Fifty-five minutes earlier,Lucas and Adrian arrived in the same sleek luxurious limousine. At their entrance, everyone bowed aside from the first family, who were the Jonathan Markham — the president’s family — and Jonathan Markham, the president himself.The Virellis commanded great respect that even when they bowed, no family among the second richest family and the third richest family or the family who had bought tickets in murmured at all.They all wanted to be like the Virellis and they admired the Virellis’ grace and affluence to remain the richest family in the world for over ten years.Lucas walked behind his father, one of the very first times he had walked behind Adrian, his father, as the Virellis that he truly was.Standing before the president, Adrian bowed and thus, Lucas bowed before his father.On the other hand, Jonathan Markham widened his cheek into a large smile. He was so happy that he invited Adrian Virellis and he honored his invite.Jonathan Markham knew one t