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Lucas Maverick Rayian was dumb, I knew that. But was he dumb enough to think I would let him have the clients buy into his deal? I had seen him hand the flash drive to Emma after she insisted on making the presentation more appealing. I needed a distraction but couldn't find the perfect one—until Samantha emerged from the meeting room, rushing toward Emma. I knew that was my perfect moment. I had her bump into a staff member and switched the flash drive from her. And now, I needed to cause chaos. "Take this to Emma, give her this drink, say it's from her husband, then slip this flash drive into her pocket," I ordered. The staff member nodded and walked off. Money was indeed power. "Done, sir," he returned shortly. I smiled as I watched the drama unfold. "One, two, three, four, five, six," I counted down to Rayian's downfall. "Twenty-four." And then it happened. One by one, the clients rushed out of the organization, raining insults on Rayian—a sight of pure joy.
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Emma WatsonLucas' snide comments and laughter seared my skin more than anything else in the room. How did the flash drive get messed up? As far as I was concerned, I had given it to Samantha. And also, how was Lucas able to secure the deal Rayian had worked so hard for? It seemed like we were called here just to get mocked, and Rayian had defended me countless times—even from his sister. Did that mean he had forgiven me? I was already having high hopes until Betty mentioned my wedding ring. Rayian’s hand flung to my fingers, inspecting them. “Where’s your wedding ring?” Rayian asked, his voice hoarse. His gaze dropped to my bare finger. His hand shot out, gripping mine. His fingers tightened as if searching for something that wasn’t there. My throat went dry. What would he do when he found out I had sold his ring for a bus ride? “Didn’t mean to strike a nerve, brother. I thought you knew too,” Betty remarked, her voice laced with mockery. “Betty, don’t test my
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Ray Maverick "You sold what?" I nearly lost control of the wheel, so I had to stop the car. We were in auto-drive all the while—I just wanted to scare Emma. "You sold a 78-karat gold ring for how much?" I asked, trying to calm myself. "I'm sorry, Rayian. I never knew its worth," she spoke, her voice almost a whisper. Emma was making things difficult for me every day. "How much did you sell it for, and what?" "I... I..." She stammered. "I traded it for a bus ride to my mom's place." Just wow. This was just what I needed. "Get out." "What?" "Are you deaf?" I turned to face her. "Don't let me repeat myself again." She got off, and I sped off. "What the hell did she mean by trading my grandma's ring for a few bucks? Can't she identify gold if she saw one?" I drove over to the club. I didn't want to be identified as a blind man, so I acted casual. "This is Harley's club," my car's device notified. "Call Abel if I'm not out in an hour." "Yes, Mr. Rayian," my
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Ray Maverick"Emma with Lucas again," I sighed as I saw Emma stepping out of Lucas' car. "Sir, you know everyone still thinks you're blind. Please don't ruin things," Abel reminded me. He was right. No one had to know that I could see again until the culprit responsible for my blindness had been found. But seeing Emma and Lucas together, I lost it. Why was it that Emma never ceased to get on my nerves? First, she made me lose the company to my brother, then my grandma's ring, and now she was with my nemesis, Lucas. "Please, sir, keep your act in check," Abel said again, as I got out of the car. I had avoided the seductress' trap, having to actually close my eyes behind my glasses. Her voice was intoxicating enough. It was great Abel made it in time. Who knows what might have played out otherwise? Emma's face twitched into a frown as I approached them. She was motioning for Abel to leave, but he refused, smiling at me instead. "We meet again, bro," he spoke. What nerv
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