บททั้งหมดของ Gn 003 book-00103: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 68

"Miss Shaw, what did you major in?"Eleanor Stone suddenly returned the question to me. I replied with slight frustration, "I didn't go to school ever since I took over the Shaw Corporations at the age of fourteen. I think... I'm at best a junior high school diploma holder with a Grade 10 piano certificate."Eleanor exclaimed enviously, "Miss Shaw, you play the piano?""Yup, I have been practicing the piano since I was a child," I said."Then you must be very good."Eleanor was great at communication. She knew that I envied her academic qualifications, and she quickly returned my compliments, stating her envy for my piano skills.It was really pleasant to chat with her.Nothing short of relaxing.Afterwards, we talked about many other things before we came to the business chat. She was the one who initiated it. "Miss Shaw, why do you want me to break the contract?"I told her frankly, "I have a personal vendetta against the Yale family."She did not pursue understanding the r

"I'm sorry, Tayla. If only I can make you stay in our house, I would. But you know our house is not that big and my Mom is a human Armalite, right?" Ella scratched her head and hold the edge of the map, glancing at me before she continued mopping the floor.We are again, in Talk and Chill. Tomorrow I wouldn't be here for the class will start and I need a place where I can stay. Unluckily, Ella, my best friend just told me that she's wasn't able to offer me a hand.I sighed. "I understand, Ella. Thanks for telling me early." I turned around and went towards the sink to wash the dishes, my lips twisting a bit as I thought...why are we getting paid under minimum wage when we do almost all kinds of things in this chill bar? We should at least have an increase."Tayla, I don't understand you. When your parents died, your Aunt Tanya stood as your guardian, but why are you planning to leave your own house?" She stood up and glanced at me with her bewildered, round eyes

On the the third floor, one of those lace barriers twitched. A shadow moved past, just a flicker of darkness, so fast it almost escaped Crook's enhanced scrutiny. The signet ring on his right finger hummed against his skin, hot and urgent.He glanced down at the ring.A hot, solid wave of energy slammed against his expanded thoughts. His head snapped back from the rush of power. His mind folded in on itself and his perceptions screeched down to normal speed so abruptly he almost stumbled. His ears rang. His jaw ached from clenching his teeth-and from- from what. A mental slap?Had somebody really slapped him? He rubbed the space between his right eye and his chin. Damned if it didn't burn.What the hell? Some kind of barrier. Some kind of elemental protections? The beast inside him wanted to snarl and retreat, but he couldn't let that happen. He was here in New York city, with his partner Andy, poking around on the ritualistic murder of a senator'