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Everyone turned to the entrance, and shockingly, three security guards of W Empire were accompanying her. Her aura spelled sheer trouble; trouble for Tessa. “Ms Maria, is something the matter?” Madonna rapidly went to her side, and Klaus narrowed his eyes. Bitches stick together, and if he knew anyone that possesses immeasurable bitchiness, then it was Sir Robert's PA.The closeness, and informalities between Madonna and Maria from the onset were unsettling, what were they up to?“Yes! There's a problem! A huge fucking one! My diamond earring is missing!” The twin ballet dancers had paused in their dance, and likewise, others had drawn nearer to the screaming lady in the wheelchair. “See?” Maria pointed to the left earlobe, then turned her right one. “Did you freaking wear it this morning?” Tessa questioned, clearly irritated by everything. She knew Maria was going to cause an assy scene today, but she wished, and prayed, she didn't. “What!” She frowned deeply at Tessa, and Fra
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“Isn't that the darn thing?” Francess like others had spotted it easily, and laying there was Maria's diamond earring. “So it was never stolen but carelessly misplaced.” One of the ballet dancers mumbled, and Maria was frozen. The female guard had to walk over there and pick it up. It matched perfectly with the one Tessa plucked ruthlessly from Maria's right ear. The brown-haired lady refused to gaze at any and went hellishly quiet. Possibly, she would remain so for a while, and Klaus scoffed. “Won't an apology be rendered?” He uttered loud enough for Maria to hear, and Tessa responded instead. “Fuck that. Can we please return to our purpose of being here? Time is wasting, Mr. Klaus.” Visibly, she wanted to leave at the appointed time, and he instantly understood her reason. She surely didn't inform Doreen of this tryout, and perhaps wanted to keep it a secret from him. Klaus would gladly help. “Of course. Back to the room, please.” The ballet dancers and Klaus made their way b
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Exhaustion was sneered boldly on that beautiful face of hers, but at the sight of Doreen, a wide smile crept up her lips. “Good evening.”“Evening.” He expected an embrace but Tessa tiredly plumped her head on his chest. It was so relaxing, and he heard her sigh out. “How was work?” He questioned, stroking her hair, and she hesitated to respond. She distastes lying to the ones she loved yet had to in this case unless her secret would be out. It just had to wait a bit more. “Same as always but kind of too hectic. And… Doreen!” Tessa laughed out once her feet departed from the floor. He scooped her off the ground, and now in his arms, kissed her forehead deeply. “Then Tessa Rashford, allow me to treat you specially today, and for the rest of your life.” He uttered sweetly, and she laughed again.“Okay, Doreen Williams. I'm all yours.” She placed her left palm on his cheek then drew in for a kiss.It was a brief one and afterward, he began ascending the staircase. At that moment,
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“Dear, what's the matter? Tell me, please. You returned home last night and refused to even look either your mother or me in the eye. Did something bad happen at the tryouts, huh? You can always talk to me, Francess.”Killian spoke softly while stroking her lengthy brown hair. She remained still in his arms for some seconds before sitting upright. Balls of tears were already streaming down her cheeks, and he quickly wiped them away with his thumbs. “Francess, crying so early in the morning isn't going to do you any good.” He declared gently, and she bopped her head lightly. He patiently waited for over a minute before Francess began to speak. “Lloyd Williams invited me to their family dinner this evening.”Killian's eyes lightened in glee instantly, and he smiled widely. “That's great news! There you might be introduced as Doreen's…”“Doreen's betrothed. I know but…but Father, he doesn't like me! I became a ballet dancer majorly because of him, yet he doesn't give two fucks about
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“I think you aren't taking this seriously.” Sophia folded her arms over her chest, and her vexed pout was adorable. “Will you please stop with that? Your lips look like the snort of a pig” Klaus snarled, and the brown-haired's eyes flared in rage. “Tessa's going to be okay. She's with me!” He sounded so boastful, and Sophia's glare got Tessa chuckling. These two were something else, and she drew closer to Sophia. She held her hands, then stretched her lips into a reassuring smile. “I am serious about this dinner. If I'm not, I won't be able to be with Doreen; my life would be practically over then!” Sophia giggled cutely, and so did Tessa. “But Francess' my friend — I'm worried about her, and Doreen will understand. He's asleep, and I don't want to disturb him. I'll come back quickly, Sophia."*The drive to W Estate had begun roughly about ten minutes ago, and her conversation with Klaus became more intriguing with every second passing by. Klaus was amusing to be around and wa
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“Stay back! A place like the Manor won't be infected by fucking a pauper's presence!” That harsh utterance of words elicited from no one's lips other than Maria.In front of the beautiful penthouse that belonged to Lloyd Williams, a red G-Wagon, and a posh dark limousine were parked in front of it. Already occupying the driver's seat of the limo was a well-dressed chauffeur, and at the back was the second son of Charlie Williams, and Maria.The classy car parked behind it had a chauffeur, and also… Francess D'Arcy.“I understand, Young Mistress.” The red-haired maid Octavia bowed decorously, and in the next instant, the tires of the expensive cars drove out of the compound.Octavia's eyes caught a glimpse of the beautiful brown-haired lady seated at the back. The silk frontal bangs of her hair did shield her eyes, but not her tears.The maid surely saw them, and it heightened her suspicion about Francess. About everything entirely.Since she accompanied Maria to the ballet tryouts th
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