After She She Stopped Loving Him

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Ian picked up the fruit knife from the table and tossed it over. The man caught it in one smooth move, his face suddenly turning serious.

“Alright, alright, I screwed up,” he said, raising his hands. “I dug up everything you asked for last night. The Crimson Gallery is swimming in cash–ten factions, rivals and allies all at once, none willing to back down. But you just shattered their delicate balance and forced them to surrender every resource they had. Give it a year, and you’ll have enough wealth to rival countries. By then, you’ll be more than ready to take on Charles.”

The way money moves through the Crimson Gallery is downright terrifying. No wonder it’s the prize every powerful family is desperate to get their hands on.

Ian’s gaze drifted to the medicinal wine sitting nearby. The man’s voice broke the silence. “So, what’s your plan once this is all over?”

“What do you mean?” Ian asked, his tone casual.

“Yolanda, come on, don’t kid yourself. I thought romance wasn’t your thing? What, one kiss and suddenly you’re catching feelings?”

Ian’s eyes flicked to the man, then away again. “I’m telling you, leave her alone.”

The guy seemed genuinely surprised, zoned out for a few seconds before a crooked smile crept onto his face.

“Just wait till she sees the real you–let’s see if she still wants to play sugar mama then.”

He got up and brushed nonexistent dust off his pants. “Still, she doesn’t hesitate to spoil you.”

“If you’re so envious, why not go find yourself a sugar mama?” Ian retorted.

“Man, you’ve changed,” the guy teased, shooting Ian a knowing look.

That line dropped, and the vibe in the room instantly got awkward.

He glanced around, raising an eyebrow. “Yolanda’s got the whole package–face, body, the works. Honestly, anyone would fall for her. So, did you guys hook up yet?”

Ian took the bottle of medicinal wine from the table, ignoring him as he calmly dabbed it onto his skin.

“What, still haven’t gone all the way? Wait, are you actually still a virgin?” the guy goaded.

Ian didn’t acknowledge him.

“What is it, Ian? You scared?” the guy teased.

“Are you done yet? If you’re really that bored, why don’t you go overseas and stay there for a while? Just get out of my hair,” Ian retorted.

The guy threw up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I’m just kidding. I know you’re totally

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on her right now. I

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for a moment before adding, “Don’t even think

at her.”

that? For someone as possessive as you, doesn’t it

losing out just because she slept with some guy? Let’s be real, Charles isn’t exactly bad–looking,” Ian

guy opened his mouth, totally

for a retort,

thinks like

looking at things–twisted, but kinda genius, he muttered

coffee table, his tone turning

simp

make sure you wear a mask. Trust me–keeping your identity hidden is key. Those ten guys are loyal for now,

replied, his

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saw the renovation was still

workers way more than the going rate, and they’d been busting their asses

door was already looking pretty good. At this rate, they’d probably have

the progress. Just as

looked like a mess–his clothes were all wrinkled, and

the hell are you?” he asked,

at Sinclair Group, desperate to catch

but all he got was a cold warning

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Leon could figure it out–Yolanda

help but wonder, ‘Who the hell

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a frown. “Didn’t you already take the compensation? You’re not with Starlight anymore,

to the core. He’d never suffered such a crushing defeat–and worst of all, it was at the hands of the woman

whipped a knife out from behind his back, snarling, “I’m gonna fucking kill you! Do you

charged at her, knife flashing

pulled back by a strong force, and in the next instant, someone with long legs landed

mouthful of blood as he hit

came to her senses

her—the assistant she’d randomly picked yesterday, Walter Hudson, rocking that

she said, her

to Starlight, but your books are filthy, Leon. I was ready to let you walk with your compensation if you kept quiet and stayed gone. But you just had to come for me. Fine, have it your way. The cops are about to get a brand new round of evidence–get

pupils contracted sharply before he let out a cold, mocking laugh. “I don’t believe you could actually

‘Yolanda’s nothing. There’s

an