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★★"Boss, I was surprised to hear your call. Is everything okay? Are you disturbed by the same old crap again?"A tall and sturdy guy bowed his head to William, as if the god for him was William, given the devotion he offered.“No, that matter cannot raise its head after the way you snapped their bones. A little help I am looking for. Furthermore, you are the only one I can rely on!" William said as he lightly patted his shoulder.“Any cogent matter!" With a serious tone, the man raised his head and asked William. He was on leave after their last project together, but William's unexpected call led him to suspect there was something serious going on.“Umm! I married," William replied, recalling Monica, who had frustrated him with the way she behaved. There had been no call or text from her until now, although she knew there was nothing she could do without his assistance.“uh-huh! You are not in the news," the man inquired, a little curious because William Mackenzie had done some
★★ “You are asking me to help her! Who is she to you?” Mark spoke with a distasteful expression as his gaze followed Monica, who was touching objects in his room without his permission. “Does it matter to you, Mark!” Hanson irritatingly muttered to the irrelevant Mark kept repeating. “You don't have any prior experience walking or conducting promotions for brands. Tell me not to assume that you are attempting to impress your fiancé’s family by modeling,” Mark made this casual statement while sitting on a couch and lighting a cigarette. “I must regretfully concur with your response if my explanation is so important for you to know. I do have to win over a family,” Monica responded to the pompous man impatiently who was continuously wasting her time with meaningless discussions. “Pathetic!" Mark remarked. Hanson, who was waiting for them, spoke softly because both of them were important to him, but nothing happened until now. He had no choice but to intervene. "It would be better
★★★“Finished what? I have not yet begun, and I've told you to leave the car because you know you will have difficulties picking me up. In addition, I can be late at times, so asking you to come pick me up would be inappropriate," Monica responded properly, staring at William in perplexity, because she did not expect him to come to pick her up rather than send his guys.William's face strained for some reason as if he expected her to realize he was trying to be good to her, but she did not want to view the sight, which disappointed him, as he said."You will have your car starting tomorrow. I do not need to trouble myself with such frivolity. Let's go since I'm here today."“Before I leave, I should meet Hanson, who had gone to make a phone call. If he doesn't find me, he will panic," Monica explained.“Is he more important than me?" Saying unpleasantly, William glared at Monica, who had furrowed her brows in confusion and was clearly bewildered about the nature of the question.
★★★“Let me explain. I am not here to argue with you. I married you because, deep down, I believed that I could win you back as my Ben. But there is an error in my judgment. I acknowledge that sometimes things are beyond our control, and for that reason, I have come to terms with the fact that I shouldn't engage in such foolish things with you. However, as long as our contract is in effect, I think we should not argue because you need me for whatever plan you have in mind,” Monica stated, after soothing her jittery feelings by placing the edge of the coffee cup on her lips, "It is better to be friends than fight like an arch adversary!"William paid close attention to what she said, but he felt as though something very personal had gone absent from him. He was not sure what had exactly vanished, but the feeling was hard and hollow.“I agree that it would be preferable if we did not irritate one another,” William spoke as he observed Monica holding her burger in front of her lips an
★★★ One outfit in particular, with a magenta hue, caught Monica's attention to such an extent that she thought nothing would look decent on her than that. She ran to that hanging garment, thinking with excitement that she would not have to waste time looking for a dress. Her hands moved smoothly over the material, sensing that the silk was good—after all, she thought this would feel like a quill. She took it off the hanger to see if the dress fit her; if not, she would have to adjust the right row. Suddenly a hand snatched the dress from her hand in a jerk. Monica glanced up and noticed a smug-looking woman staring at her. "If you are not blind, then your manners need to get better," Monica stated icily as she peered at her garment in the woman's hands. “Ah-Huh! Since you are new to this shop, you must learn how to treat people with respect while you are standing next to someone who is far richer than you. In addition, this clothing needs to belong to me because I chose it a few s
★★★“Ask my bodyguards inside,"Hazel told her friends who knew what she was planning to do, and they didn't mind if it happened because Hazel was not a normal city girl. She had a name, and if this incident had become public, people would make fun of her, not in front of her, but definitely behind her back.Instead of making a fuss, Monica assisted the manager in getting to his feet and questioned, "Are you okay?"The manager was terrified since he was thinking about how to keep his job as manager of this business because his monthly wage was sufficient to live a secure life, but seeing the conflict between the two girls made him a bit anxious.“No, madam, I am fine. I fear that things are going south and I'm unable to help you, so could you please just go?" The manager asked Monica to leave urgently while contemplating how to get those females to leave the store; otherwise, if cops arrived, the owner of this store would be furious. He had never met the owner in person, but he h
★★★ “Raise your hand!" William gave Monica a chilly order while clutching the black aura of his rage, as though he wasn't happy with how things turned out. To quell the raging madness within him, he had to take their lives. “My hand! Why?!” Monica asked, raising both her palms in the air and repeating in confusion. William just required her left hand, though. He caught her wrist, took his handkerchief out of his pocket, and began massaging it, much to Monica's surprise as she still did not realize what he was doing. It made no sense to rub her wrist with a cloth because there was no dirt on her hand. “Had he not touched you?! Don't you feel filthy since he was not a gentleman,” William questioned her about why such contact did not distress her. “I was upset and wanted to fight, but I quickly figured out my power was quite poor against him and that fighting would make no difference to my condition, which is why I shouted your name and am grateful you arrived," Monica admitted that s
★★★★“Are you not coming with me?” Monica questioned Sam as he remained seated in the car, but she assumed he would accompany her inside.“My boss advised me not to since my physical appearance would draw attention and people would be far more interested in learning about you. My focus, however, will be on you. Have fun tonight, Madam," Sam smiled kindly and said. He could have gone outside to open the door for Madam, but he decided against it because there were a lot of cars and people arriving.“Since I'm not your boss, you can call me Monica,”Monica remarked, letting out a breath and shut the door. The cold was intense, so she threw on a coat over her shoulder.She was taken aback when she realized the party was being held in a castle instead of the expected nice hotel."It seems like there are royals everywhere!" With a silent grumble, Monica started to move.Despite the stunning appearance of the castle, nothing was overdone, so passersby would only assume that there was