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The long hair of the two girls fluttered in the evening breeze as they stood side by side, looking up at the starry night.

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“Joelle, I’ll take you home and send two of my Jasper Clarks to protect you, Charles said softly.

Joelle nestled into his arms, nodding slowly. In that moment, she felt so broken that she couldn’t even find words—‘It’s like the whole world has abandoned me, Joelle thought.

Yolanda had tangled with Joelle before, but now their paths couldn’t be further apart. Joelle was after Charles’s devotion and body, while Yolanda only cared about the power he wielded.

As for his affections? She couldn’t care less–let whoever wants his love have it.

That morning, Yolanda woke up and went straight to Frank Doyle. Both of them reviewed the stock transfer agreement one more time to make sure everything was in order. Then Yolanda called Charles, asking him to let the police know about the situation.

Frank’s car was waiting outside the police station. When he saw Eric come out, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

But Eric wasn’t having it—his face twisted in rage, and he was about to start cursing when a guy dressed in black stepped out from the car and grabbed him, shoving him inside before he could protest.

Frank sat inside, his expression calm. “I’ve bought you a ticket to go abroad. Don’t ever come back.”

Eric started thrashing around, like he’d just heard the funniest joke. “You want me to be your son’s slave? You wish! Frank, I know you look down on me–well, guess what, I don’t need you. Let me out! I’m after Yolanda now, and I’m going to ruin her–make her regret ever crossing me!”

Frank slapped him hard across the face.

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One of the bodyguards spoke up softly, “Mr. Doyle gave Yolanda eight percent of his shares just to bail out. Mark got into trouble a few days ago, and now he’s burned across ninety percent of his body–he’s nothing but a shadow lying in bed, not even human anymore. Mr. Doyle’s doing this for your own good.”

Eric’s malicious glare slowly faded, lips pressed tight. ‘Mark got messed up?‘ he thought, disbelief flickering in his eyes.

Just a few days ago, Mark was acting all cocky, flaunting how he was going to hook up with some chick.

Frank stared out the window, his tone flat. “I have no idea what kind of crap Mark’s been whispering in your ear all these years. Eric, I’ve always treated you like family–like you were my own blood. My own son left the country because he thought I was playing favorites with you; he got mad, packed his bags, and cut me out of his life. I never sent him away. When my sister died, it crushed me. She meant everything to me. I’ve been trying to make up for losing her by looking after you, but you always take it the wrong way. Mark was obsessed with Yolanda back then, and look at what he’s become–do you really think none of that is connected to her? The only reason you’re out is because I had something she wanted. You may have been caught up in someone else’s game this whole time, and you don’t even realize it.”

Eric felt a chill sweep over him as he suddenly recalled the person who’d made him do it. He hadn’t even seen their face clearly that day–he’d just wanted to prove himself and grab enough cash to escape overseas.

His lips started to tremble as Frank went on. “I’ve put ten million in your account; it’s everything I got from selling several houses. I gave my shares to Yolanda, so I can’t stick around at Starlight anymore. Edward Sinclair won’t ever let me go. If anything ever happens to me, just go live abroad with Jack. Don’t come back.

Jack was Frank’s son, and Eric’s cousin.

Eric wasn’t a total idiot–he knew Frank meant every word.

It felt like someone had his throat in a vise; Eric was stunned into silence, not knowing what to say.

Of course Eric hated Frank–hated him more than anyone else. If his mom hadn’t died, he never would’ve fallen this far. He used to be a straight–A student, but everything changed in a flash. The pain of losing his mom, his own dad kicking him out with that mistress–his whole world flipped upside down. He was still just a kid. How was he supposed to handle all that?

“Eric…” Frank was about to say something more when his face suddenly tensed up.

One of the bodyguards leaned forward, voice low and urgent. “Mr. Doyle, someone’s tailing us.”

Frank didn’t hesitate for a second. “Get Eric to the airport–go, now!”

The car stopped abruptly and the bodyguard rushed Eric out of there.

Just seconds later, the car pulled away and disappeared down the road.

Three minutes after that, a massive truck smashed into the car–there was a fiery explosion, and the wreck was reduced to ashes. No one inside stood a chance.

Eric was completely numb, his whole body frozen as he watched the fiery scene play out–he barely registered anything before he was roughly forced into the back of a taxi.

His pupils were blown wide with shock, staring blankly. The moment reality sank in, Eric lunged for the car door.

Eric yelled, “Let me out! Let me out!”

The bodyguard held Eric back, his expression cool and unfazed. “Mr. Long, my only job is to get you to the airport safe.”

die for someone else, it’s a total lie! And Jack? Please, Frank just shipped him overseas. Jack’s at some top university, chasing foreign girls and living the dream. Everything’s easy for him, while the

that college with his own effort. He hasn’t taken a dime from Mr. Doyle all these years. Every cent Mr. Doyle saved was

his head in his

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just telling the

the car turned the corner, Eric saw his moment. He threw the door open and jumped

street.

stunned–he’d barely moved to give chase when another car

with blood from his struggles. He gnawed at the restraints around his wrists like a wild animal, frantic to break free, but they were tied way

stumbling and half–running until he burst onto a new street. The glare of the sunlight hit him so hard he was nearly blinded, forcing him to blink and stagger

moment.

he heard a voice.

at him. Her voice was cool and detached.

knees, frantically bowing his head over and over. “Yolanda, I messed up–please, I’m begging you, just untie me! I was wrong, I shouldn’t have treated you the way I

gave his bloody wrists a quick glance, her tone icy and detached. “Forget it. We’ve got bad blood–ask someone

get your forgiveness, but I swear, I just want

tearing itself apart!”

It was

gave a damn about him, while Mark, the one person he thought might redeem him, had been lying to his face the whole

gone, his uncle was gone, and now–honestly–who would even care about him now? Not even the dogs would bother with

stars to bear witness to the promise that had been dispersed by the wind and to await the final day when that promise was

put away the helicopter and went

was massive. It was divided into three areas, each with its own tower. The individual towers were all linked by passageways

central area while Lorrayne stayed in the lower area. They bade each other farewell on the passageway and returned to their respective

in the midst of persistently gloomy,

the barren hills on the outskirts turned into a sea of lush greenery. In the mulberry garden, the young mulberry saplings cast off their protective straw blankets and extended their fresh green

had raked it apart to ensure that the cow dung had decomposed to

was time to plow the earth for

had already selected

long ears, thick husks, etc., were put through the respective selection and treatment processes to weed out the shriveled

to ripen and be ready for harvesting. Though it had a short growing cycle, seeding

too late to plant now. Lorrayne issued instructions beside the field as the workers tilled

deep. Then add a layer of earth on top. The spacing in between each row

what she had learned in her previous life and explain it in

she was done with the experimental plots, Lorrayne

Eskray Dessert House last year to inquire about the ceramics business came twice this year. Troy did some investigation and found out the merchant’s name was Tim Swift. He hailed from a tiny principality down south and was born into an aristocratic family that had declined. His father was

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would be handed down to his

the major cities as a collector who sourced for rare and unusual goods to sell at high prices to the well–connected Highborn families in the cities.

was fine to strike a deal with this particular merchant and

one gold coin, but Tim had to handle the packaging and shipping himself. When Tim arrived, he agreed to the

a thousand sets of bowls, plates, and soup spoons at once. The workers

flying out to the west coast on his

from the kiln was scorching, and Lorrayne could feel sweat dripping off her body as she stood nearby. She had a quick check

was discussing heatedly next month’s Magic

heard? This year, St. Tenorsey Academy is coming to Syrria too. It’s not just the usual top ten academies!” a

declared that they

that. They were just too arrogant and did not want to lower

they participating this

not remain so lofty and unapproachable. So he suggested that even students of theological institutions should come out into the real world and participate in

Alfred is

he’s the most down–to–earth of all the nine princes. I

Alfred has the most support. He will definitely get elected

came running to her, her

you in such a hurry?”

said with some embarrassment, “I just got a reply

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with a laugh. “Once they’re here, they’ll finally stop trying to marry you off. When are they coming, by the way? I will get