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I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

They must have understood that I was being suspicious as I didn't make any noise from the other side nor did I make any move to let him in. "Hey uhm I am sorry to disturb you, but my car is not working. Can you please help me? My phone... it's dead. I promise I won't take too long. I just need to make a call, that's it. It will be quick I promise, and I swear I am not a serial killer or any threat. I just need a little bit of help"

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He smiled and gave a card to her mentioning in case she needed something, she could contact there. After that day she never met that man, but a huge bill of her mother's chemo was paid in the hospital. She tried her level best to know the person behind this. But never did she get the chance to open the veil from that secret. It's like God had sent his angel to save her mom at that time. Myra decided to repay the amount via the contact card she received. She had a wild guess that maybe that man had paid as he asked about her mother. The name was printed on the visiting card as Luca Lombardi. She heard about the Lombardi enterprise, but she wasn't sure about the man she saw on that day. She tr

Jarred asked obviously referring to the mark on her back. “Show them.” AJ said leaning back on the sofa. Oh god. Lillianna turned around so they could see. “You imprinted her?” Max sounded a little shocked. “Yeah…” AJ nodded his head as he took a drag of his cigar. Lillianna returned to face them in her seat. She was humiliated. “Why?” Max seemed intrigued. “Why not? Just to make sure you all know who she belongs to…” “Nice…” Max nodded his head at that.

ZURI POV "Please stand as we move to the next round. Vaals, Glortinon, blue. Peulo, Kea, red. Earth, Cok, yellow. Frole, Hassin, orange. Makskin, Bronkark, Shikaz, green. Please take your seats your second course will be gund bread," the male announcer says with his amplified voice and we stand up.

He stood behind me, his hands extended to show me two watches. "Which is better?" My brow moved up in question, as I spun to face him. I looked between the two, pointing to the solid yellow gold one. He lifted it, strapping it on. "I called to make sure the restaurant was guarded, the only thing I wasn't guaranteed is the entrance." Triston sighed, "I could get you in through the back- but what so wrong with a photo or two?" My eyes moved up to him, "Being on the news and overcasting someone's wedding is not on my plans for today." Triston rolled his eyes, "Honestly, that would be rude of me-"