"Alliance does not mean love, any more than war means hate." -Francis Parker Yockey- *** Levana saw a man with curly dirty blonde hair and a mischievous smile. For some reason, the moment she laid eyes on him, she already had this instinct. A gut feeling, that this man was trouble. “Alfie.” Kilian greeted the man while Maximus snuffed upon seeing him as if looking at this man was one of the most unpleasant thing he had to do. “Well, well, who do we have here? She looks kind of familiar.” The man placed his gaze on Levana and he licked the corner of his lips. “This is Levana. She’s my guest.” Kilian responded. Upon hearing this, Alfie’s expression brightened up and he chuckled as if he just realized something amusing. “No way, is this one of the woman who was auctioned? Ah, I understand, she’s the one you bought for fifty million pounds.” Levana raised her brow, how did this man knew it. “Alfie,
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