Emmeline was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone.

“That was awesome.” Abel leaned down and pinched her nose. “You knocked her out in one fell swoop. She just took over her company’s Struyria market and was raring to go.”

“Hey, she asked for this.” Emmeline put her phone down and wrapped her arm around Abel. “She tried to steal you and slandered me. This is what she gets.”

“Feisty.” Abel kissed her cheek and smiled. “But I like it.”

“Say, you wanna guess what happens to her next?” Emmeline winked cheekily.

“Not a clue.” Abel smiled. “What happens to her depends on what you want to do.”

“She thinks I’m easy prey. Let’s see how she likes this.” Emmeline kissed Abel’s chin. “Well, I’ll let her off the hook if she bows her head.”

“Let’s not talk about them.” Abel pinned her down and hoarsely said, “I need more. And it hasn’t been minutes since then.”

no.” Emmeline pushed his chest away. “You gotta stop,

can hang on

to say no, but Abel had leaned closer. She gasped,

to

Mr. York,” said Flynn. “Please tell him

not in,” said Joey. “Have you made a

Flynn. “But this is urgent. I’m a Murphy

Group, eh?”

haughtily. “Now

No reservations, no meeting. Not even if you’re a god.” Joey shrugged.

you little…” Evelyn went pale with fury. She’s

her

you want to see him, you’ll have to make a reservation.” Joey whipped out her logbook. “Here, write your name in

at the logbook angrily. She had a feeling this secretary was

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