Owned By The Billionaire Mafia King

t the kitchen door, smiling at another girl lounging in the living room, wat

eemed refined and of the same heritage, so Echo thought she wouldn't be much trouble. Little did she know, this landlord was incredibly fr

her. That unguarded smile left her defenseless, s

e late, I won't make them." She wave

th one sleeve torn off and the other looking like it had been chewed by a dog. Her jeans were so tattered even a beggar wouldn't wear them, and she had large black and si

"Echo, why are you wearing tho

commentary, Echo quickene

, and Echo knew once she started tal

ed, and no one could interfere, but

ried to the door,

shoes, Echo said,

he walked over, asked, "Wh

Echo replied, "I d

nd up casually, as if she had just commented on th

at her with endless

ms and said, "Do you think I'm really your type? I

oor for the guest. Grabbing Echo by the arm, she shoved her out the nearby glass door,

angry glare,

osed title, and their presence or absence made no differen

ame a slightly magnetic vo

oday?" Ivy asked, her tone both

rough the door. The woman seemed to cling to the man li

With his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a bronze chest, and hi

nced briefly before heading to the garage, completely ignoring the two n

and when she turned away without any further r

you looking at?" Ivy aske

ael raised an eyebrow

u dare make a move on her. You've got enough o

ss, not even sparing a glance at the sulking bea

d heartily and

Echo at the wheel. She waved to Ivy but completely ignored

Whether intentionally or not, this woman had ignited his anger. For

I find ketchup?" Echo muttered to hers

p in front of

e to buy a bottle o

shopkeeper was just about to hand it over

round the corner as a modifie

inst the light, h

as the motorcyclist swerved to avoid him, but t

sliding motorcycle right in fro

er as headlights approached. The motorcyclist q

scene returned to its dimly lit stat

was clenched in a fist, holding something the motorcyclist h

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amond in the velvet box she held, the Pure Gold

." A calm male voice su

ooked exhausted, his once composed and handsome face now

thief in the organization, was known for his steadiness and never having failed a mis

ox, shook his head, walked over to the sofa, collapsed into

xpect to run into you here, Echo. I

her curiosity piqued

York. You help me this time, I'll give you this lead. Then we're s

bed, her brow

ad even adjusted their frequency of communication. If there had been any contact,

t about it, the more

riends; they were like sisters. If Skye had truly been found, the consequences would have been severe

special way of contacting each other. If anything had happened, Skye should

t of silence, Echo bu

Even if the information was unc

ised simply, wearing a baseball cap,

New York and confi

along. As Michael saw the plane taking off, he punched the ste

the large suite was empty except for a neatly made bed

while, but now she had left in a h

cted, they were still friends, right? Couldn't she have waited

ppear into the sky, Mic

e was so mysterious, so independent, always handling things on her own. But he wasn't som