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city throughout the long, turbulent night in search of her, and now his loyal assistant, Michael, returne

d with a slightly trembling voice, "Sir, we've found her. She was hi

beneath the surface. "Jonathan's place? That traitor," he hissed, undo

muttered to himself, "This woman, does she think she can defy me,

ped him with a wicked smile, his eyes burning with anger

en replied, "She's going to leave the country

o to get her. I have another plan; I'll make h

d at his feet, holding a glass of wine in her hand, a malicious smile curling

, ready to carry out any command. Max's voice dripped with casual arrogance

and for years, and he knew that when Max wanted a vacation, it was never for rest and relaxation. There wer

ther every detail about Amelia Cooper. I want to know everything, from the day she

lked this path before. Max's obsession with Amelia had reached

named Charles Westwood, a non-existent person. Ensure

gn of the weight of Max's request. "Under

is malevolence. "Oh, one more thing. Get me a

down Michael's spine. The stage was set, and the pieces were moving. Amelia's fat

stion Max's intentions. He simply replied, "Consider it done." As Michae

in her voice, whispered, "Max, she's truly a foo

at remained of her clothes, kissing her passionat

xcitement, saying, "You

to caress the woman's thighs and chest, his fingers delving inside

asp, and now he was determined to play a game of shad

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on her, was brought to Max's office. Her once defiant e

der, said, "Amelia, do you have any idea what you've done? D

tammered, "I... I couldn't go on

ury, but as his eyes locked onto Amelia's, something else flickered beneath the surface.

parks in the charged air. Max declared menacingly, "You wi

, "I won't be a prisoner, Max. I won'

, "No, leave me

g what would happen if Max found her! Jon

s, asked, "Amelia, what's ha

eam and said as she tried to breathe slowly

id, "Have breakfast, and we'll

ixture of fear and determination. She had just bid farewell to her de

ag tightly. The distant rumble of the departing train distracted her from her

in their own worlds, oblivious to the turmoil within Amelia. She checked the signs, her eyes scanning for the platform number. There it

han appeared, checking on her. "Are you okay, Amelia?" she read. A faint smile c

reserved for someone, but as the train neared d

With strikingly blue, penetrating eyes and casual jeans and a simple shirt, he emerged on the

or the journey ahead. The newcomer chose the seat next to Amelia and extended

ter and shook his hand with a firm grip, answe

, his eyes twinkling with playful curiosity. "It seems like you es

ankness. "You could say that," she admitted as h

to engage with any man; they were all the same to her. However, she felt a mix of fear, perhaps because she had

retly mocking how young and inexperienced she appeared. She h