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185. NOISY VESTER
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“It's… it's not that I don't want to use my old number anymore, but when I try to use that number, there's no phone signal, and I think there's a problem with that number. That's why I decided to change my number."
That was the answer Samantha received from her friend. She was still sitting in her campus cafeteria, but her food remained untouched on the table. She usually had a huge appetite, and it was probably pure luck when she didn't gain weight even though she always ate large portions of food every day. However, things changed today when she didn't even have quite an appetite to finish her food, and the reason behind the change was none other than her best friend, Elena Vester."Why are you suddenly asking me that question, Sam?" She could hear her best friend speak again when she still didn't give the girl a response.For some reason, Elena sounded hesitant ever since she spoke the answer to her question, and perhaps not only had she changed, butRelated chapters
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The question sounded casual, but Vivian reflexively tightened her grip on the spoon as soon as she heard the question. She just remembered that Steen had not asked her about the 'birthday party,' but that didn't mean he had forgotten how the birthday party was going on at that time, right? A genius like Steen must have a good memory. He had to deal with a lot of things in the company, so naturally, it was necessary to have a good memory. Thus, Vivian should expect that the man still remembered the party that never existed, and she should also prepare answers for such questions coming from him. Clearing her throat awkwardly, Vivian then replied, “You're right. The one who just called me was the one who invited me to her birthday party.” If a person tried to avoid someone's gaze, it could be a sign that the person was not telling the truth. Vivian knew all too well about that, but somehow she found it hard to keep her eyes on Steen, and that was why she c
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They did not stay at a hotel but stayed at a resort by the beach. That was quite unexpected for Vivian as she thought today's trip would be the same as when they visited Barden City. She thought Steen would leave her alone at the resort, and that's why she thought she could take a walk on the beach and enjoy the view there. It was common knowledge that the beaches in Sandy District were so beautiful with their white sand. The waves were not too high, so it was relatively safe for visitors to swim at the beach. Vivian couldn't swim, but she thought it would be great if she could see the beach. Unfortunately, her wish could not come true because Steen did not leave the resort immediately after they arrived at the place. Instead, the man followed her out of the car, and he took her to the resort's front desk to get their room key. Vivian thought Steen would immediately head to the room after receiving the key, but she was once again wrong because the man s
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"That's enough." Only two words, but it was enough to break Vivian's reverie. She was previously lost in a quiet atmosphere, but then she slowly opened her eyes after hearing those words. Had she closed her eyes for too long? Steen had finished his meeting with his subordinate? The person who had just broken her reverie was indeed Steen. Even if Vivian didn't turn to the man, she could recognize the man's voice, and that was why her blue eyes were directed toward the man after hearing the voice. Sitting across from Steen, the bespectacled man closed the document in his hand before asking, "Do you have any plans to go to the factory tomorrow, sir?" The documents returned to the table once again, and the man patiently waited for Steen's response. "Yes," Steen replied. “If I just want to hear your report, then I can do it over the phone. I came here to inspect the production in person, and that's why I'm going to visit the fac
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When she was little, she often heard how parents tried to scare their naughty children with ghost stories. It was said that ghosts did exist, and some of them could even interfere with human life, including how they could possess the human body if the situation allowed it. Vivian didn't know if such stories were real or not, but somehow she thought that Steen was being possessed by some spirit right now. There was nothing different about that man when they were still on the plane, and the man was still cold as usual when he was in a meeting with one of his subordinates. However, things seem to have changed after the short meeting at the restaurant. The man had suddenly taken her to the beach instead of going straight to the room, and Vivian even continued to stare at him in horror as the two of them stood side by side on the beach. Steen still wore his suit with pride, and even his feet were still covered by his expensive oxfords, but he didn't seem to
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 193. THE LAST VOICE HE HEARD
Steen didn't let his eagle eyes escape from the figure of a girl who acted like a toddler while playing in the seawater. It was as if that pair of sharp eyes wanted to record the girl's every move, and that was why he didn't look away for even a second. But then he was forced to take his eyes off the girl when he could feel his cell phone in his coat pocket vibrate. His right hand then tried to take the phone from his pocket, and once the phone was in his hand, he could read that it was his assistant calling him. Wasting no time, he immediately swiped the green icon before bringing the device to his ear. "What is it?" He asked his assistant. “I have arrived at the resort, sir. I'm very sorry for coming so late to the resort. It was my fault for eating such spicy food before heading to the Sandy District, and that's why I had to spend nearly half an hour in the airport restroom. I'm truly sorry, sir.” Steen told his wife that Marlon had somethi
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It was Marlon who had just entered the mansion, but this time he was not alone. His hand was holding another person's arm, and that person's hands were tied with a rope behind his back. After arriving at the living room, Marlon forced the person to kneel in front of the five people. One person looked confident after seeing the person's appearance in the living room, while three other people looked shocked and confused, then one person looked scared as her eyes widened when she saw the person who had just arrived in the living room with Marlon. "So, he's the person, Marlon?" It was Steen who looked confident upon seeing the person's arrival in the living room, and although his question was directed at Marlon, his eyes were glued to the figure kneeling in front of him. “Yes, sir,” Marlon immediately answered his boss's question. “His name is Peter Ford, and he works in a bar in town. He's the one who posted that anonymous article about you, sir.”
