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No Emphaty
It should not have been a surprise. Barbara's habits were always the same. Giving and convincing everyone of how powerful she was. Moreau almost laughed bitterly at the thought of being too naive to think Barbara had changed a bit. At the woman's request, something that had not even been done yet. However, Barbara deliberately snatched the bracelet from her hand. Something so painful that Moreau winced. Despairing when the woman was unable to wrestle the interlocking chains away, then undoing the clasp was met with the same roughness.
One slap was added to make Moreau's face turn away violently. "This is a lesson because you dared to yell at me." Stinging and numbness mixed in the first reaction Moreau could feel. She held her face as she carefully looked at something still left in the woman's hand.Related chapters
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"Where is your jacket?" That was the second time Abihirt spoke. Moreau's eyebrows knitted together, confused, but her bright blue irises never left the shoulders of the dark suit, waiting for her to do something. At the very least, show him what her father's gift jacket looked like. "You don't want to ruin it again, do you?" asked Moreau, intentionally suspicious. Her level of alertness exploded after she missed an opportunity to prevent Barbara from an unexpected action. No one knew that the man was far more dangerous and, most importantly, tied into a serious relationship with her mother. "No. I don't" One word was spoken firmly. Moreau could not understand it clearly. Which one could she believe, or should she stick to one and hope Abihirt was indeed paying attention? "Why ask for my jacket if there's nothing you're go
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"Moreau fell and slipped on the ice, Mr. Lincoln. I don't know whether to call her your daughter or your girlfriend, but she hasn't been careful lately. Our coach just scolded her. That's what happened." Damn Juan. It looked like the guy wanted to make his mouth drop open. It was too obvious to state their confusion in the training hall. Moreau glared. It felt like she wanted to give Juan a warning so that the man would understand and stop meddling in matters of interest. However, the most striking action among them was Abihirt extending a hand. It gave Moreau a moment of hesitation to simply accept. She remained silent for a long time, though she eventually hobbled over to get closer. One pure action left a slight nervous impression. Moreau said nothing as she felt Abihirt's gentle touch on her hip. She looked at Juan briefly. The man returned the hollow eye contact, then alternately dropped his attention there. On one arm that was lightly intertwined. Obviously there was no p
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Beyond Moreau's expectations, everything they needed had been carefully prepared. Several camera sets were positioned in various directions. She should not have been surprised, especially when she found a flood of light overhanging the area where the shoot would take place. Sia slowly guided Moreau to stand in one spot while occasionally fixing her loose hair to look more natural. With a light make-up look, she was a little relieved that she wasn't overly transformed. About the wound on the knee. Actually, Moreau had consulted that it would spoil the result a bit. However, Mrs. Smift gave a brilliant solution. The technological development and the editor were ready to take care of the rest. There was still one thing though. Until the first session was about to begin; dressed in semi-revealing fabrics in some parts. Moreau was not told when the male model would arrive at the location. This part was probably not a couple portrait. She was jus
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