Henry Mills Regina Mills, Multi billionaire father has passed down his company to his youngest but hard working daughter Regina. And while she makes plan to expand a certain blonde with the power of persuasion worms her way through her heart breaking down her walls with simple ease. But will they be able to be happy or is some fucked up shit going to happen I will let you ponder on that. this is also a g!p so beware

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And I don't own outa or the cover art so who ever made this it's awesome and Um I'm pretty sure the person who made the cover name is on the cover but this is my story, but I don't own any of the characters so please don't sue me  also very heavy sexual content 

And I hope you enjoy if you have any opinions or criticism leave them in the comments or feel free to dm me I do want to get better as a write so don't hesitate.

A guy died and was given the chance to start a new life with various boons at his disposal.

The shrill of wood and metal being processed resonated loudly in the confines of the cargo bay. The machine shop fabricator's robotic arms constantly moved up and down, as it took processed materials and form it into a finished product. 

"Hey, Ivan!" Chief Gale shouted over the din of the noise, waving his arms to get his attention. "Over here."

"Yes, Chief?" Ivan shut the door of the small office, cutting off the racket of the machines.

"Hey, take a seat. I got some stuff on the inventory here that says defects. And you signed off it." Chief Gale handed over the tablet to Ivan to see. "There's almost more than a dozen items highlighted. What's wrong with them?"

"Ahh," Ivan eyed the inventory list, "I think the fabricator printer head is faulty, that's why there are so many items on the list that failed the quality control tests."

"OK, then on the next production downtime, get the guys to do a full diagnostics of the fabricator," Chief Gale sighed, "The Boss needs those manufactured as soon as possible." He looked out of the small office window, at the crates of freshly minted rifles lined up in rows.

"Got it, Chief," Ivan took the opportunity that Chief Gale was not looking at him to quickly wipe the cold sweat forming on his forehead. "I get the boys to do a full maintenance run."

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Mills, leaped off the back of the half-track turned public bus, his newly issued boots crunching the soft snow and he hoisted his duffle bag over his shoulders. "Welcome to Camp Alpha," He read out loud from the large wooden sign, hanging over the gates. 

Wrapped up in his environmental suit, his exposed skin turned red as the cold winter wind blew against his new baby smooth pale skin.

Walls of reinforced concrete, several meters high and topped off with razor-sharp concertina wires stretched off as far as the eye could see from where Mills stood. Signs with 'No Trespassing' written in both English and Common, decorated the walls on regular intervals.

He adjusted his pixeled cap and joined the short queue at the gates, where he spotted Koing inspecting the queuing elves' identity cards. "IC please," Mills could hear Koing asking the elves in front of him.

The identity cards were a fusion of technology and magic, as the elves have a system using magic and mana stones to record a person's identity and records with blood. The cards have a photo image taken of the cardholder, his or her name, date of birth if applicable and address. The cards were also magically linked with a keystone and radio-frequency identification or RFID capable.

The registering person will be required to put a drop of his or her blood onto the keystone, which will then store the data of the person in the stone. Another drop of blood is then dripped onto a special rune that has been engraved onto the card and synced with the keystone, like a modern day card key and reader. This way, the cardholder can be verified if he or she is the actual person holding the card.

This measure was put into place as the humans were worried about infiltrating spies or enemies. Even if a card was stolen and used in an inspection, they could find out whether or not the person holding the card is the actual person.

Mills watch curiously as Koing held up a brown-yellow stone set in a pendant which Koing wore around his neck. The elf held the card in his hand and Koing held the stone over the card, after which it started to emit a soft green glow like a chem stick which Koing than nodded his head and waved the elf through.

"Yo, Koing," Mills gave a greeting as the queue finally reached him. "Security is pretty tight." He looks at the four security goons in their black riot armor and navy grey environmental suits.

"Hey, out of the hospital?" Koing replied back, taking out a handheld scanner. "Ooo, lookey here, somebody got promoted!" He gestured to Mills's new lance corporal strip on his sleeves.

"Goddamn, you look so pretty!" Koing teased, "What skincare products are you using? Can I pull your cheeks?"

"About damn time!" Mills grinned and tilted his head to the side, allowing Koing to scan the RFID chip embedded into the back of his neck. "And fuck you, understand?"

"Hahaha, baby face Mills is angry!" Koing laughed, much to the amusment of the rest of the guards. "Anyway, Staff is pretty pissed with that sneak attack at the Pass," 

He puts away the scanner after it beeps an affirmative. "He's all worried about magical mimics and doppelgangers and stuff. So everyone in and out needs to be checked and verified."

"Damn, I heard about that attack in the medbay," Mills said, "Crazy son of bitches."

"Yeah, well you better drop your stuff and report to Staff," Koing pointed into Camp Alpha, giving Mills directions to the barracks. "It's pretty bare compared to Camp Pendleton back on Earth but its cozy enough."

"Cool! Sounds lovely," Mills rubbed his cold hands together. "What's with all the elves coming in?"

"Some of them are here doing construction work for the base, others are the goldies soldiers coming for boot camp," Koing replied. "Higher up wants them trained to be at least marine standard or least proficient in modern warfare tactics."

"Wow? That's going to be a challenge," Mills said.

"Also heard a scuttlebutt that we will be needing to turn in our arms and be reissued with new weapons and training," Koing said in a low voice. "Except for those guarding critical posts."

"What? Are they giving us swords and shields?" Mills cursed, "So we going caveman with sticks and stones."

"Well, not really," One of the guards said, "Heard that it's gonna be some black powder rifle or something."

"Whoa?" Mills looked surprised, "Muzzleloaders?"

Koing shrugged again, "Like I said, rumors. You better get going."

"Right, see you around," Mills strolled through the gates and headed towards the direction of the barracks.

As he passed through the gates, several lines of gabions covered the gate internally, where a couple of bunkers could be seen too, making anyone forcing an entry into the camp into a fielding field. "Damn, Pike is serious about this security shit," Mills whispered as he navigated his way past several barriers and into another gate.

Finally, after walking for a while, he found the barracks he was looking for. A squat three stories concrete structure with tiny windows and firing slits on the walls of the upper floors sat next to an open field with a couple of flag posts flying the marine corp flag and the UNM national flag. 

He entered the building and found Cpl James as the duty officer of the day, sitting behind a table, reading something on his tablet. "Hey Corp! Guess who's back?"

"Oh shit," James gave a dramatic groan as he looked up as sees Mills standing there grinning. "My peaceful days are over, and they even gave you a candy strip? What are they thinking!"

"Haha, I know you missed me," Mills grinned wider, "Come on show me your love, tell me you miss your daddy!" He dropped his duffle bag and opened his arms wide. "Come to daddy!"

"In your dreams, boy," James stood up, grinning and clasped Mills's arm. "Welcome back, good to see you all okay."

"Heh, it's good to be back! I missed all the killing!" Mills replied cheekily.

"Well, you probably be assigned to do something else for the time being till you get back to shape fully." James said as he pulled out a file from his tablet and consulted it for a moment before saying, "Your bunk is on the second floor, door 205, you are sharing it with Bartley."

"How's the Big guy doing?" Mills asked as he picked up his bag. "He alright? I didn't see him visit me in the medbay."

"He's pretty quiet lately," James said, handing over a set of keys. "You better go ask him yourself."

"Gotcha," Mills replied and headed up the stairs, looking for his room.

Finding his room, he gave a couple of knocks on the door before turning the door open. "Knock, knock."

"Mills!" Bartley dropped the gun barrel he was cleaning and bounced up from the floor. "You are back!"

"In the flesh!" Mills smirked and dumped his bag on the side. "Why didn't you visit?"

"Ahh, I-I was worried that you won't make it," Bartley said in a small voice as he hunched down on his bed. "I didn't dare to see you gone, just in case."

"Goddamit, I am hard to kill," Mills said, lopping his arm over Bartley's massive shoulders. "Come on, Big Guy, have a little faith in me!"

"Anyway, you saved me, if you didn't come through the enemy lines and pulled me back," Mills patted Bartley's back. "I would have really died back there."

"Well, you are my friend, it's the least I could do for you," Bartley replied.

"No, not a friend," Mills said in a serious voice. "Brother. Thanks for saving me, brother!"

The crew of the Training Ship UNS Singapore escaped from an alien fleet, finds themselves stranded on an unknown planet and has to survive against deadly monsters and magical creatures.

Genre  
Sci-Fic, Fantasy, Magic, Kingdom Building, 
 Army Building, Technology gap, War, Grand Strategy 

Book 1 Chap 001 - 200 
Book 2 Chap 201 - 400 
Book 3 Chap 401 - 600 
Book 4 Chap 601 - Ongoing
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Hi Readers,

I wasn't always an avid reader. My love for books started when I was 13 years old. I was a tomboy sent to a really posh girls-only boarding school. Needless to say, I ended up with a lot of detention, 3 hours of detention, meant 3 hours of twiddling my thumbs, bored out of mind.

Lucky for me, a roommate gave me a book to pass the time, it was one of those old Mills & Boons cheesy romance novels. Reading made my detention pass in a blink of an eye. A year later I was hooked.

I think most avid readers have an idea about writing a novel, especially when you come across a horrible story, you always think to yourself I could have written something better.

Well, I was one of those, but coming up with a plot is a lot easier than actually sitting down to write a novel. For over 20 years I have had this little dream to write a novel, but life got in the way. Working 12 - 16 hours a day 6 - 7 days a week, made that dream fade away.

Every now and then it would rear its head, I would daydream about it sadly sigh, and get back to being a single mom.

Long story short, 2018 was a horrible year for me, a lot of things happened and at the end of 2018, I came to realize that life is too short, we spend so much of our time just trying to survive that we forget that we are actually meant to live our lives, it was with this realization that I decided to follow my dreams and try to make them come true.

We are really lucky to live in a world today, where platforms like Webnovel exists, so aspiring authors can get their creative work published.

I would also like to warn my readers upfront, while English is my home language, it was one of my worst subjects at schools — I was always weak with languages, and to someone who had to take four compulsory languages (English, Afrikaans, Latin & Xhosa) at school — well you can imagine my horror. I was always more inclined to mathematics and the sciences. I think if my English was still alive and he knew that I was trying to write a novel, he most likely would fall over in a dead faint. So please forgive any mistakes you do find. 

I hope that you will enjoy this reading this story, as much as I am enjoying writing it.

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PS: I am South African so I was raised with British English, I have made an effort to use Americanized English (xD so you might have both spellings in the book)

JAYDE
Jayde is a genetically engineered super soldier, after decades of being forced by her human creators to fight their dirty wars, Jayde rebelled. During a desperate battle for the ultimate survival of her people, she is betrayed and dies.

Instead of it being the end, this is only the beginning of Jayde's journey, as she awakens on a strange new world, in the tortured body of a young girl.

Forget technology, this new world doesn't have spaceships, replicators or blasters, it has something better — Magic!

With her contract to an ancient artifact, Jayde has to navigate her way through this new world filled with magic, powerful mages, strange creatures, and monsters.

REN
Ren, the fierce demon king, must fight to save his race from the brink of extinction and once again stop the evil Zartonesh from invading the realms. The key to his success lies in the Lower Realm, where the Devil Wars began, and with a young woman whose soul is steeped in darkness, whose presence awakens the primal fury within his soul, and whose vast power can either save or destroy him and his people.

EXCITING NEW ADVENTURE
Follow Jayde’s journey as she replaces her blaster for a sword. Alone with only her guide, she has to navigate her way around this strange new universe, learning magic, traveling to different dimensions as she makes new friends and enemies.

Will the darkness in her soul allow her to find her true-mate? Will she ultimately save this world or will she destroy it?

WARNING: Please note that this story is a slow-moving romance.

TAGS: Female Protagonist, Adventure, Transmigration, Pets, Strong FL, Late Romance, Revenge, Inter-Dimensional Travel, System, Sword and Magic, Weak to Strong

Novel Started: 18 Jan 2019.

NB: Please note that I am busy writing and editing at the same time, so there are still quite a few chapters that have spelling and grammar mistakes, so please bear with me as I get to them to fix those errors.

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It was the end of April.
Something big happened in the academic world.
In the latest issue of the Annual Mathematics journal, a forty-page long thesis regarding the proof of the existence of a solution to the Yang-Mills equations was published.
Once this news was confirmed, it caused a sensation in the international mathematics and physics circles.
This thing blew up on the internationally renowned mathematics forum "Math Overflow".
[Did you guys hear? The existence of a solution to the Yang-Mills equations has been proved?!]
[I heard about it this morning, but this is still inconclusive, right?]
[It's posted on Annual Mathematics, of course it's conclusive. The reviewer is Charles Fefferman!]
[I haven't finished reading it yet, and I don't know much about L Manifold theory. If I want to understand the 2018 paper about the L Manifold, I'll have to learn differential geometry first, what a pain in the a*s… Anyway, it's very difficult to find mistakes in a big-name thesis like this. We'll have to see what the final result is after the report conference.]
Because many of the modern young mathematicians, like Tao Zhexuan and Schultz, had their own accounts on this website, the Math Overflow trending page basically reflected the current trending events in the mathematics community.
The last time a discussion was this popular was two years ago, because of Sir Atiyah's five-page thesis…
Professional academic forums weren't the only place that blew up.
Even though most people didn't even know how to write the Yang-Mills equations, most people knew about the Millennium Prize Problem.
Two days after the thesis came out, the news appeared on various news networks and attracted countless attention from people who were in and out of academia.
Compared to the rational discussions on Math Overflow, the Facebook and Twitter crowds were much more emotional.
[Lu Zhou? Lu Zhou is the author? If I recall correctly, he solved a world-class mathematics problem two years ago!]
[The Navier–Stokes equations! One of the seven Millennium Prize Problems! I still remember his International Congress of Mathematicians report!]
[Challenging two Millennium Prize Problems in the span of two years… Jesus, how does he do it?]
[And he also solved controllable fusion?]
[Haha, maybe this is the power of Asian mathematicians?]
[This is crazy!]
[…]
Ever since the Millennium Prize Problems were announced, there had been no shortage of challengers.
However, very few people achieved worthy results regarding the Yang-Mills equations.
If someone could prove the existence of a solution to the Yang-Mills equations through a mathematical method, then it wouldn't take long before someone could find a general solution.
Because this matter was so impactful, Nature journal, which usually paid very little attention to mathematics research, selected this thesis for a 200-word highlight on their latest issue. Nature even included an extract on the front cover. 
During an interview with a reporter from Science, Professor Fefferman spoke highly of the mathematical methods used in this thesis.
"Very few people are able to reach a high level in more than three areas of mathematics. Not only was he able to do this, but he also integrated partial differential equations, differential geometry, and topology into a new mathematical tool."
Reporter: "Are you talking about the magical L Manifold?"
Fefferman: "Correct."
Reporter: "But some people commented that while he proved the solution existence of the Yang-Mills equations, he didn't create any new mathematical tools, he only re-used the tools that he created during his research on the Navier–Stokes equations… What do you think about this comment?"
The value of a mathematical proposition wasn't reflected in the proposition itself, but rather it was reflected in the mathematical tools that were created when solving the proposition.
If this paper only proved the solution existence of the Yang-Mills equations using mathematical language and couldn't pave a way for finding the general solution, even though it would still be an excellent achievement, it wouldn't be outstanding.
Fefferman: "I don't think that is fair. The value of a mathematical conjecture isn't manifested in creating new mathematical tools. It can also be manifested in the perfection of existing tools, or even just in an abstract mathematical concept." 
Reporter: "Do you think he strengthened the L Manifold theory?"
Fefferman: "That's right, a theory often take five to ten years to mature, and it requires the accumulation of countless corollaries and theorems.
"By inventing the L Manifold, he successfully built a bridge between partial differential equations and differential geometry and introduced topological methods. If I were to describe it in laymen's terms, he converted the equation into a geometrical object that exists in a special space."
Reporter: "That's so abstract, can you be more specific?"
Fefferman shrugged and said, "It's like drawing an auxiliary line on an irregular image. After a special transformation, the originally complicated things become simple."
Research: "But I noticed that there are very few people in arXiv who are following this research field. Even though my opinion might be misinformed, but if it is so important, why aren't people paying attention to it?"
Fefferman: "The answer is simple. You can't expect a two-year-old theory to become mainstream in the academic world. Even Grothendieck couldn't do something like this. Forget about studying the theory in-depth, even learning the theory would take a certain amount of time… Not to mention, there is a certain threshold for learning this theory."
Reporter: "So, you view highly of his work?"
Fefferman: "Yes, I believe that anyone who truly understands the thesis will agree with me."
Reporter: "One more question, it's not related to the Yang-Mills equations, and of course, you can refuse to answer."
Fefferman smiled and said, "Ask away."
Reporter: "Do you think he can become the greatest mathematician of this century?"
This was a very difficult question.
After all, the twenty-first century had only just begun.
Fefferman stared into the reporter's eyes and thought for a bit. He then said, "It depends on whether or not the Riemann's conjecture is going to be solved in this century, if not…"
He paused for a second.
"Then, there's no doubt that he already is."


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

Chapter 719
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The people in the hall were silent as Grim Mills strode inside like a pompous rich young heir of a powerful family. He was reprimanded and was punished by his family because of the incident that he caused. Plus the pain that he suffered from having his head severed and suffering mental torture in that void was really something that should have made him feel scared. However, instead of getting scared and terrified, a fit of deep anger swells up in his heart.
And now, he decided to strike back. In truth, he has no plan to do this, but upon accidentally seeing the prosperous blacksmith shop, he could not contain his resentments anymore and decided to strike.
He wanted to at least give these people a lesson. Although he could not act on them like always, shaming them is also a part of his revenge.
As he walks inside, he could see the fear in the eyes of the customers as they went to the side to make way for his group.
A proud expression appears on his face as he strode in front of the young man who shamed him and his older brother.
"Hmm… It seems that the young master of the Mills did not learn his lesson. You want another spanking or a trip to the void?" Shin Jiao who was standing calmly while facing the Grim Mills and the men behind him said.
Hearing the voice of the young man in front of him, Grim Mills could not help but feel the chills in his body.
He could not help it, he is really afraid of this monster in front of him.
Even his older brother has not come out from his seclusion because of the incident at that time. So now he could only rely on himself and some of their family's most powerful gold armored protectors.
"I'm… I'm not afraid of you… plus… I'm… I'm just here to… to extract justice for this fellow." Grim Mills' stuttering voice said as he suddenly takes a step back.
Shin Jiao smirks but did not do anything.
No matter what these fools would do today, they would not be able to do anything in the shop and the staff working in it.
This time, the leader of the three protectors walks forward.
"Young Master Grim, I would advise that you should not interfere with this matter…"
Hearing the words from the protector, the expression of Grim Mills turned ugly. But he knew that what the protector just said is true. He could not do anything to this shop because of the warning.
"Hehe… Grim, you're just a coward, aren't you?… Just standing behind his brother and his guard hoping to be protected… Hahaha… A coward indeed…" the young man wearing a hood said while a sinister grin was on his face.
The expression and the provoking of the young man made Grim Mills, who was supposed to be calming down, turned hostile.
Suddenly, as if all of the logical reason jumping out of his mind, Grim Mills draws his sword and then with a shout charges towards one of the saleslady. He aims to cause trouble no matter what the consequence is.
Shin Jiao suddenly found the reaction of Grim Mills a bit peculiar. Especially his eyes, it feels different.
The people behind him went pale but did not have any other choice but to follow their young master's action as they too draw their weapons.
The sales personnel in the shop extended their hands and grab those people that have the shop items on their hand and drag them near.
The quick reaction of those sales personnel was not noticed by many.
Shin Jiao just calmly looks at the charging people with a smile. Meanwhile, the young female sales personnel that are standing with her eyes wide open were unable to move from her spot.
As Grim Mills attacks the young woman the sword in his hand suddenly blurred and with skill, he suddenly cut towards the young woman's torso.
Clang!
A loud reverberating sound suddenly echoed to the air stunning everyone inside the hall.
Dumbfounded and shocked could be seen in everyone's eyes. They could not believe that such a thing is possible. A mere peasant was able to withstand a strike from a servant level person, plus Grim Mills is also using a skill at that.
So how could they not be shocked at this scene?
Grim Mills is currently looking at the young woman while grabbing his hand. Then everyone noticed the golden blood dripping to the floor flowing from the sword's blade.
Instead of wounding his target, he was the one who was wounded. Grim Mills was astounded and at the same time feels fearful.
Right now, in truth, he actually didn't know what just happened. He just feels a strong feeling of rage in his heart, and then suddenly his body moved on its own.
The people with Grim Mills suddenly surrounded him to protect him from anyone who would try to attack their master.
"Hahaha… interesting, I knew it… this is really interesting." the young man who provoked Grim Mills said as he suddenly walks forward and then removes the hood covering his head.
When his hood was removed, the face inside the hood slowly change and the hair also suddenly turned gray.
When the people inside the shop's hall saw the man, they all showed extreme expressions of shock, fear, and reverence.
Then no one knew who started it, but the people began bowing their heads to greet the man.
"We greet the high lord!" the people said in unison.
Everyone was really afraid now and just wanted to leave the shop. Who would have known that the famous high lord staying in the city would suddenly appear in front of them? Plus that same high lord seems to have seen the atrocities of the young master from the Mills family.
When everyone looks at Grim Mills, they could not help but feel dread in their hearts. They didn't know what would happen to him as of this time for doing such atrocities in front of the high lord.
"You people should take your young master away… I will visit the Mills family after this." Ryujin Osmond said with a wave of his hand.
The protectors around Grim Mills did not waste any time as they politely lowered their heads while assisting the petrified Grim Mills.
It was really his unlucky day today. Before coming out, he should have checked the calendar for an auspicious date, why has he been really unlucky these past few days?
When those people left, Shin Jiao walks in front of Ryujin Osmond.
"This humble one truly appreciates the high lord's presence…" Shin Jiao said with a grateful tone.
As Ryujin Osmond saw the gesture of Shin Jiao he showed a faint smile on his face. In fact, he was truly surprised when he saw what had happened a while ago.
Though many did not see it clearly, as a high lord with a cultivation level of 86, he could clearly see what had happened. A thin silver film that is almost invisible to the naked eye suddenly appears when the sword almost hit the female sales personnel of the shop.
Then he could feel the power that Grim Mills release backfiring and this caused his hand to be wounded and the veins inside it torn to shreds.
He was really amazed at the array protecting the shop. For months he has been trying to pry open the secret of that young man, but he could not find him even with his ability to scan the town. But after learning of the slowly gaining fame shop, he could feel that what he is looking for is actually inside that place.
So he personally visited the shop and true to this conjecture, he saw the young man.
And then the trouble happened which made him feel angry. He decided to teach the arrogant young man from the Mills family a lesson. Plus he also decided to visit the Mills this time. Last time, he forgave them due to giving Lord Geland Mills face. But this time, he would not let this thing slide.
"Haha… Young Master Si Ji is very polite. This high lord visited you for a talk…" Ryujin Osmond said with a smile.
Shin Jiao was a bit taken aback, who would have known that the high lord would be interested in a lower level being like himself.
"It would be my honor, my lord. Please, come this way…" Shin Jiao said as he led the high lord towards the second floor.
The office on the second floor looks modern and a bit spacious.
"I am amazed at what you have done to this shop. And I am also interested in the items this shop is selling…" Ryujin Osmond suddenly said after taking a sip of the tea.
"Thank you for your praise. The things we sell are just common items; they are not worth such praises my lord."
"Hahaha… if that is common, I wonder if you have some rare items in this shop?" Ryujin Osmon said with a smile.
"Ahhh… Well, that depends on what kind of things the high lord is willing to exchange for it?" Shin Jiao said with a smile.
This simple smile from him made Ryujin Osmond a bit dumbfounded. He didn't expect that this young man would really have rare items other than those they are already selling. Although he is a high lord, Ryujin knew that relying only on his own strength he would not be able to face those stronger races.
He even fought evenly against lord level from the high elven and the Zith'ra races. How would he be able to defeat a high lord level in those races if he doesn't use powerful artifacts? But the problem is the craftsman association doesn't have that many powerful artifacts.
In fact, before coming here, he requested the clan for a powerful spear. However, what he receives is a middle-grade spear that is not even powerful enough to help him defeat a lord level opponent.
But now, this small shop has a rare item, how could he not feel astounded?
"Is… is that for real?" Ryujin Osmond asked in surprise.
Shin Jiao just showed a faint smile.
"Then show them to me!" Ryujin said in excitement unable to control his emotion.


He was sent to a world where different races and beings wage different types of wars and fight for supremacy. 

With a body of a mere mortal, he learned the way of the immortal craft and a different cultivation technique. Making him able to roam the land searching for a place where he could belong. 

How can he survive in this dog-eat-dog world he knows not. But combining the ingenious designs of the modern world and immortal energy, otherworldly devastation awaits those who face, the geared immortal.

***Thanks to those who liked the novel. Your rate and comments are of great help.



Aaron's pov 

It's been a week since we all came back from Vancouver after Dylan's little stunt. We brought him back with us here and yesterday he went back after a week of outings and pampering. 

 To say I wasn't happy after spending time with them all would be an understatement. Seeing Daisy smile without a worry was the best thing. 

Since the day I met her at the park, when she told me about Brandon she wasn't her old self. She was always lost and worried. My old cheerful and full-of-life Daisy was lost somewhere. But this little vacation with Dy and the group, did it's magic. She was genuinely happy, that was what I wanted and I got it. 

Yeah, she made fun of me and troubled me but I was happy. I was just pretending to be annoyed by her while I was glad to find her so happy. We all went to the beach, spent a night there. The next day, we took Dylan for bowling. 

To teach him what life is and how it should be embraced, Daisy decided to take him to an orphanage where he could find the meaning of life, inspiration to live his life with the resources and love he's getting. At first, I was shocked that she wanted to go to an orphanage but when she explained the meaning behind her plan, that's when I was astonished of her thinking. 

She actually grew more mature than we thought she was. I guess life teaches you that when you have to take up the responsibilities before you were meant to. 

After all of this, it was time for me to ask her about Brandon's details. I couldn't have delayed it for longer. Someday she would've taken it seriously and the thought of her becoming heartbroken gave me chills. 

She gave me the details of Brandon yesterday while returning from the airport after dropping Dylan off. Though I've taken his details, I still haven't started my hunt. I don't know who this guy is. But the mere thought of finding Daisy's love breaks me into pieces. 

It's not as easy as I thought it would be. Thinking of sacrificing something and supporting that thought is one thing and actually doing it is another thing. 

It still hurts that she has a boyfriend. I never imagined I would have to see my love dating someone else. As much as I hate it, I have to admit that I want to do this for her, just to make her happy. 

Sometimes when you love someone more than yourself, you forget about yourself, your happiness, your pain and your desire to have them for yourself, just to see them smile. And that smile is worth everything, it's worth the pain you feel when you're stabbed in the heart repeatedly. That's my condition now. I'm hurting inside but her smile is what matters the most. 

And for her, I'm ready to do everything. I'm ready to even find her boyfriend for her happiness. I have to be strong. I have to keep my emotions under control. I'm doing all this for Daisy and I'll never back out, no matter what. 

An hour later, I arrive at Preston's. It's a really huge university with well designed interiors just as described in magazines. It's like a whole continent occupied by millions of people. It has all the opulent items without any touch of personality. It is well furnished with classy, modern furniture and the decor, from the deep brown floor to the glass doors everything spells elegance. 

 From behind the reception desk, a huge chunk of teakwood sits a woman slumped in a deck chair typing away furiously on her laptop. She must be in her mid-thirties, with her spectacles hanging loosely on the tip of her nose and her hair tied on the top of her head in a neat, tight bun. 

Tapping my foot impatiently on the brown floor, I keep waiting for my turn until the lady behind the desk finally calls me. She has olive skin tone, light wrinkles along her face. Her black eyes reminding me of the night sky. 

"Excuse me, sir" She calls out to me. 

Standing up from my seat, I walk over to her and she greets me, "Hello, how may I help you?" 

"I'm here to meet Brandon Mills, Department of Architecture." I say eyeing her carefully. 

"And may I know how are you connected to him, sir?" She asks softly. 

"Umm...I'm his cousin from otherside of the country, ma'am" I lie. 

"Okay! Hold on a second. I'll contact the Architecture department." 

I wait patiently, glancing around as she speaks to someone on the other side. 

"Hello, can you send Brandon Mills to the reception, now. There's someone to see him here......ohh...are u sure?....can you check it once again.....ok....ok.....I'll inform him. Thank you." She disconnects the call and looks up into my eyes. 

"I'm sorry to inform you but there's no one named Brandon Mills in the department of architecture. I think you've got the wrong information." With that she returned back to her work. 

I am puzzled to say the least and I honestly don't know how to react. I'm sure that's the correct name Daisy gave me and I still have the text that read Brandon Mills, architechture student at Preston's. 

"Can you please check in some other department. I'm sure I've got the correct information. He studies here." I tried my luck again. 

"Okay. Let me contact the admin office." 

She again connects a call and speaks up 

"Hello, I need the information about Brandon Mills. Can you check the records and say which department he belongs to......ok...." I listen to her one sided conversation patiently, as she is waiting for the other person to answer. "Ok....are you sure?....ok...fine...thank you." A deep frown etches on her face which starts making me anxious. 

She hangs up and looks up at me skeptically and says "I'm sorry to inform you, there's no one named Brandon Mills in this University." 

"Ok. Thank you ma'am." With that I turn around and walk out. 

After leaving Preston's, I sit in my car and wonder what to do next.

"Why do you want to leave us, mom? You love us mom, you always said you love me. Please don't do this, mom." I pleaded, my vision getting clouded by the tears.

"I never wanted you dear, nor did I ever wished to marry your father. It was out of my choice to marry him and have these useless kids. But now that I found the love of my life back, I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him." She said smirking evilly. 

"No, mom. Please don't leave us. We need you mom. Dylan needs you, mom. I love you mom, please. Plea........." I was cut off by the screeching sound of the car tyres when the car took a sharp turn and suddenly hit a hard object. I started screaming. But the crash was so loud, the car turned upside down and the shattering of the glass made a boisterous sound.

I screamed "Mooommmmm......"


Daisy Hannah Wilson, the girl next door, who's sweet, ambitious and compassionate. 

Aaron Crawford is the heartthrob, who has girls falling head over heels for him but he has his eyes set for only one. His best friend, Daisy. 

Daisy and Aaron are best friends for years. While it's just friendship for Daisy, it's love for Aaron - one-sided love. 

He lives in a hope that someday she'll realise his love, she'll value him and love him enough to be with him.

But it becomes a roller coaster ride of emotions for Aaron when Daisy's relationship is revealed. While she's dying to be with her love - Brandon, Aaron is struggling to hide his feelings and put on a smile for her happiness.

Aaron still finds a ray of hope to be with her but LOVE IS NEVER THAT EASY.

What happens when suddenly, Daisy shows a new side of her leaving everyone stunned? 

Will love find its way in their lives or will they end up separately? 

What happens that makes her heartless and him heartbroken?

Beeeeeeep.  "I need to see Debra."  Mills speaks to the beep.  I assume he had a button to push or there was some sort of sensor that activated the beep.  I hear the starting of something electrical, a motor or something of the sort.
 
Instant butterflies now.  The hood has enhanced my sense of nervousness but also my sense of feel.  We are going down…on an elevator.  "Ahh, an underground lair, huh?  Is this some sort of super hero league hideout?  Sweet!"  I was being as sarcastic as I could be; I just wanted to be personally addressed right now by anyone.
 
This elevator was traveling down forever, or so it seemed.  I've been on elevators that have traveled fifty floors in about three minutes; we've been moving for at least five minutes.  The elevator begins to apply its brakes, slowly.  We come to a complete stop and nothing happens.  Where's the sound of the door opening?  Where's the beeeeeep noise?  What's happening?
Suddenly, the intercom activates, "Debra will see you know Captain Mills."
 
Captain?  Captain of what?  He fucking shot me with a bean bag from an assault rifle for not getting dressed fast enough.  The elevator door opens and all four men step out.  One of them clips the zip tie holding the hood down.  
 
For whatever reason, I didn't go for the hood right away.  I slowly tip toes my way to the front of the elevator, to the point that I could feel the difference between the elevator floor and the actual floor.  Once I cleared the elevator, the doors close and it sits stationary, waiting for more buttonized orders.
 
What the fuck do I do now?  What the hell is going on?  Why do I still have this hood on?  "Hello?  Is anybody there?"  I must have looked and sounded like a little white test rat.  Of course, there is no response.  
 
The room or building or wherever the hell I am, is drop dead silent.  I'm not sure what to do next, do I take the hood off, why wouldn't I take the hood off?  Do I call out Hello again? 
 
 "Fuck it." I mumble to myself as I slowly pull the hood off of my head.  The fabric is very abrasive now that I can focus on it, it'll be off soon.  I give it one final tug, the hood is off but I am still in darkness.  Ok, I kept my eyes closed because I am certain I don't want to see where I am.  I want to have one last chance to turn around get on the elevator and leave without seeing anything, that way Mills wouldn't have to kill me.
 
I turn and face the elevator, open my eyes and all I see is dry wall.  No seam, no crack, no separation for it to open and reveal an elevator.  I run my hand up and down on the wall, nothing.  
 
Now this shit is getting weird.  I turn around again and face the room.  I'm in a large white room with six rectangle tables and thirty to forty white rolling chairs.  The walls are white, the tables are white, the chairs are white, shit even the light fixtures are white.  The floor, it's white, looks like laminate tile.  The ceiling, it's white too, solid not those push up tiles like you see in every modern office building.  
 
"Mills?  Debra?  Hello?  What am I supposed to do?  Come on people, what do you want from me?"  My internal anxiety is now transforming into external anger.  I am now running on the assumption that this is all a dream.  Holly is a dream, the four men that came to my apartment are a dream, the elevator I was just on is obviously a dream.  All I need to do is wake up.     
            
I hear a speaker activate, that slight white noise before the actual noise comes out is very apparent to me, "Lieutenant!  Compose yourself."  The voice sounds very familiar to me but it wasn't the same voice Mills was talking to.  "I need you to calm yourself, walk the thirty-four steps to the other side of the room and turn ninety degrees to your right.  You will then walk eighteen steps to the wall directly in front of you.  Then wait.  Clear?" It was more of a "CLEAR!" instead of actually asking me if I understood.
 
 "Yes ma'am."  I'm not one to disagree with a voice coming from nowhere.  I very carefully but casually count off each step in my head.  I walked all thirty-four steps as I slowly traveled across the middle of the room.  I then turn to my right and counted off the eighteen steps as instructed.  Now I am nose deep in a wall, "What's next Beautiful?"  She might be hot right?
The speaker activates again, "Focus Lieutenant and do exactly as instructed.  If you do so, you'll be just fine. Don't question my next instruction or any of my future instructions. Clear?" 
 
I yell out, "Clear, but I need to ask you a question."
 
 "You may proceed, make it a good one."  I could hear a smile on her face, I swear.
 
 "What's your name?  You already know mine and you can see me obviously, just tell me your name."  I was beginning to realize they want me here, they see me as a person instead of a fucking joke.  
 
I hear the speaker activate yet again but this time there is a slight hesitation, "You'll know it when you see me."  What?  How the fuck will I know her name when I see her?  Is it tattooed on her forehead or is she some long lost sister that has a HUGE nametag on her desk? 
              
I announce loudly, "Yes ma'am.  What are my directions?"
 "Lieutenant, I need you to take three steps forward, don't question me, don't doubt me.  Take three steps forward and follow the white line on the floor."  Her voice was so convincing that even though I know that she knows I'm standing facing a wall.
 
 "Three steps, huh?  Ok, you're the boss."  I smile and place my hands out in front of me as I take my first step, then my second and now my third.  There is no smile now, my face dropped in amazement as I realize I just walked through a wall.  I walked through a fucking wall, am I am X-Man or something?  I walked through a WALL!
 
I am speechless at this very moment, this is a book about cops and people and what not but I just walked through a wall.  This is officially getting weird. 
I am now surrounded by metallic structures, like I'm in the back of a bowling alley.  It's just a straight hallway, very dark but I can still pick up the white line on the ground.  The machines are silent and still, on my left and my right.  I walk the white line as if I were being forced to perform a field sobriety test.  
 
Ka-shink, Ka-shink.  One of the machines has turned itself on.  I turn my head back and I see the very first set of machines I passed when I enter the wall have lit up with a green light.  Each machine is, not to sound dramatic, launching a spear like object to the other machine.  
 
What the fuck is going on?  I stayed on the white line like I was told; I walked through the wall like I was told.  What is happening?  I have stumbled passed the second set of machines.  The same process occurs.  I turn about face and focus on the white line while these two sets of machines toss death spears back and forth.
               
 I begin to walk again, trying to act casual.  The third machine activates as soon as I exit its path.  I'm so startled at this point, I take off running.  I figured I could beat the sensors that are activating these killing devices. 
 
Well, the woman said walk didn't she?  I am running and running, staying on the white line, activating each mechanism as I speed passed.  There is a glass door at the end of this, I can see it now.  I run a touch faster.  Suddenly, 15 feet in front of me, a large loud angry flame is expelled from the ceiling targeting my face.
 
I hit the brakes and then hit the deck.  The flame is roaring just inches from my head as it passes over me.  I'm on my back, flame over my head, machines tossing spears back and forth and a glass door just fifteen feet away now.  I slowly slide my body towards that door.  
 
Once I'm about two feet away from the flame, it deactivates with a loud hiss.  I stand on my very shaky legs, wipe my brow and walk as normally as possible, carefully staying on the white line as instructed.  As I approach the glass door I notice a camera above it.  A black bubble just resting above the glass door peering into the death zone I just got through.  
The door clicks for three seconds; I push and enter the next area.  The white line has disappeared but has been replaced with a direct left turn.  I take two steps and then the speaker crackles to life, "Wow Lieutenant, that was…impressive.  Please stand right where you are and await an escort."  I could hear the slight chuckling in her voice.
 
I hear guards enter the room from the other side.  They are shouting and it sounded as if they were getting physical with people.  "Jeffy, Duke, Oakland let's go, in your rooms, now!"  That's Mills voice.  
 
Mills approaches with very authoritative steps and grabs me, walks me through this area very quickly.  I only get glimpses but I peer into each room.  There are three occupants in three separate rooms.  Each appeared very familiar to me but Mills was pulling me so fast that my brain couldn't register; I couldn't put names to the faces. 
 
Mills explains, "That was the general housing area for our…agents." We are now entering another room, like a doctor's waiting room but even less comfortable.  Mills points to a chair along the wall, "Sit here Lieutenant.  Sit and await further instruction."
 
I take my seat, sweat dripping from my hair line, my clothes dirty and tattered from my adventure through the dead zone.  My brain running circles around my head, trying to figure out what type of agents those were, why there needs to be a dead zone and I was still stuck on that fucking wall thing.  
 
Now that I think about it, this room looks more like a lawyer's office.   One desk with a comfy black leather chair, two chairs along the wall in front of the desk and certificates and degrees on the wall.  There's a bookshelf to my left, I'm not much of a reader unless there are pictures involved but I get stand up and go over to it anyways.  
 
The top shelf is all Stephen King Hardback novels.  The next shelf is full of John Grisham, the next filled with Patterson.  The bottom, however, contained what seemed to be hundreds of journals.  I grab the very top one and open it up.  It's got drawings in it; I flip through and see drawings of suicides, decapitations, old ladies being strangled, people being eaten.  What the fuck?
 
The door opens and I place the journal back on the shelf as Mills enters the room again.  "Mills, what's going on man?  Please tell me what is happening here.  Come on, please."  I pleaded with Mills to at least give me warning of what was coming next.  He remained silent but I could see on his face that he could empathize with me. 
 
I freely walk with Mills into yet another hallway.  This one was lit well and carpeted with some brownish yellow tint to it.  There are pictures of all the former President's of the United States on the walls. The odd numbered ones on my right and the even numbered ones on my left.  Every fifth or so picture there was a door on both sides of the hall way, no name tags, no identifiers of any sort.  Mills gets me all the way to George W. Bush Senior and we stop at the door on the right.  
 
Mills pulls a card from his right front pocket and swipes it, like a hotel room key.  We both enter the room, Mills and then me.  As soon as Mills clears my line of sight, I see a man strapped down to a chair with the same style hood over his head as I wore earlier.  His wrist and ankles are bleeding excessively, he's been struggling.  
The man sits in this hard wooden chair only in a pair of boxers and the hood.  His head is hanging low; he's slumped over as if he were sleeping or dead.  I turn to Mills, "What are we doing here, what is he doing here?"
 
Mills doesn't speak; he walks over to the unconscious, clips his zip tie and removes the hood from his head.  Mills looks up at me and smiles, "Look familiar?"

Gregg Burnsfield always dreamt of becoming a cop.  He fulfilled that dream as it eventually turned into a nightmare.  Gregg was going to be a different type of cop, the type no one aspires to become.  Fallen from grace and rescued by a friend, Gregg finds himself facing some moral challenges amongst other more difficult situations.

"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake."

----Napoléon Bonaparte

Just wait the right time honey, hindi mag tatagal mapapa sa akin rin ang bagay na iyon.

"Hey?" Isang babaeng maputi, at halos makita ko na ang kanyang kaluluwa because of her dress ang tumawag sa akin. I'm here right now in one of a popular club in the city.

I don't wanna entertain some bi*ch, it annoys a lot. Buti na lang at nakita ko agad ang mga kaibigan ko. 

"Hey men!" Bati sakin ng isa kong matalik na kaibigan.

"Hey, how are you Ken?" I ask while looking at the messy table.

" I am definitely fine, why? Because of that?" Tinuro lang naman nito ang limang magagandang babaeng nasa kabilang table.

"Tsk. I'm not interested." I am different from my friends, I don't like slutty bitch.

"Okay, let's drink and let's enjoy this night. Cheers!" Ken said and his too happy because there's a girl kissing him.

*****

"I liked your presentation, Ms. Villachin." Mr. Bust said while intently looking at my face. Seriously? 

"Thank You, Mr. Bust just sign the contract." I said calmly, this old man is annoying, he's like a maniac. 

After he sign the contract, I immediately bid a goodbye and wait for Mrs. Santos to come. It is 8:50 already, when someone knock on the door.

"Come in." 

It's my secretary.

*Why are you late Mr. Wills?" I ask him.

"I'm sorry ma'am, nagka problema po kasi kami sa bahay. Kung pwe pwede po sana, gusto ko pong mag leave ng dalawang linggo." Saad nito habang nakayuko.

"But wh-- 

*knock* knock*

Hindi ko na natapos ang sasabihin ko because Mrs. Santos is here already.

"Mrs. Villachin am I interrupting?" She ask in a different way, She means something.

"No, Mrs. Santos. Just take a sit." I signaled him to stay outside, later we will talk.

"So, Mrs. Santos may improvement na ba ang business mo? Because you're. Remember our deal?" Pormal na tanong ko sa negosyanteng ito.

"A little bit, just a little bit. Don't you worry Ms. Villachin because after a month I will assure you na makikilala ang negosyo ko at you will be one of my investor. Will you?" Sarcastic na tanong nito. 

"Sure, I can't wait that long Mrs. Santos. So are we done?" 

"Yes, thanks for the time Ms. Villachin."

I just smile at her then sit again in my modern designed chair, Ang susunod na meeting ko is a lunch meeting.

I caress my temple because i felt uneasiness, maybe because of what happened this past few days.

I call the driver and we headed to Sirens Restaurant. My Goodness I'm already 10 minutes late, this is important client kaya naman patakbo akong pumasok sa loob ng restaurant.

Hinanap ko kung nasaan ang table ni Mr. Mills , Then I saw him in the corner side of this restaurant .. 

"Good morning Mr. Mills, I'm so sorry if I'm late."

"No, Ms. Villachin it's okay. Take a sit first before we talk." Wow this guy is gentleman.

"Thank you, so let's take first our orders." Kinuha ko ang menu sa side table at pumili kung ano ang masarap na kainin ngayon.

"Waiter, come here please." Lumapit naman kaagad 'yong waiter.

We just wait our orders and then we talk about the business matter.

"So Ms. Villachin, saan na ulit tayo? I was mesmerize of you're beauty." Palabiro din pala ang isang to.

"Like what we've talk about last day, we our going to build a mall. I heard kasi na may product kayong kakailanganin sa mall, if you agree of this you can sign the contract tomorrow." Habang nagsasalita ako panay nakaw tingin sakin ni Mr. Mills.

"Okay, I will tell my secretary to follow up the needed documents. Can we drop the formality Ms. Villachin?" He is slicing the meat while looking at me.

I was about to answer him when my phone ring. I just look at his eyes and he say take the call first.

"Yes?" I'm asking the caller while looking at the person in front of me, tingin kasi ng tingin nakakairita.

"Hello baby. How are you?"

"Dad? Is that you? Why did you change your roaming number?" Si dad talaga hindi manlang nag text.

"Baby, let's talk later. Okay? Andito na kasi yung client ko. I miss you Andrea please take care of yourself. Bye." I ended the call and I was about to enter the restaurant when I see that familiar face.

Susundan ko sana kaso lang biglang nawala sa paningin ko. I'm pretty sure na kilala ko ang taong 'yon. Siguro namamalik-mata lang ako. Baka nga. 

"Sorry Mr. Mills, it was my daddy. Can I go now? I have an appointment with Mr. Cress." Chineck ko muna ang bag ko baka kasi may nakaligtaan pa ako.

"If that's the case, okay you can go now. Maybe next time pwede na tayong mag date. Can we?" Patay, anong isasagot ko sa asungot na'to.

"I-I'm sorry but I don't have time with that. I really need to go, thank you Mr. Mills." Hindi ko tinanggal ang pagiging formal ko sa kanya. This is about business not love life.

Dali dali akong lumabas ng resto at sumakay na lamang sa taxi. I really wondering, bakit mag le-leave ng dalawang linggo si Timothy eh di pa nga siya nag iisang buwan sa kompanya.

"Manong ano po ang nagyayari? Bakit po lampas na tayo sa Villachin Company?" Bakit parang ang bigat ng dibdib ko? Na para bang may masamang mangyayari.

"Ayy ma'am pasensya na ho kayo medyo inaantok pa po kasi ako." Sabi ni Manong driver habang pabalik ng daan.

"Sa susunod po kung maaari eh mag iingat ho kayo, at isa pa po wag nyo na akong eh ma'am alam naman natin na mas matanda po kayo kaysa sa akin." Paliwang ko kay Manong. 

"Sige ba iha, mag iingat talaga ako. Salamat sa paalala Ineng." Ngumiti naman nag pagkatamis tamis itong si Manong driver na para banag walang problema.

Dahil nga na ka disguise ako hindi ako masyadong nakilala ni Manong driver, pag ka dating ko sa opisina ko ang daming sumasalubong sakin.

"Timothy?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Cancel the meeting, so that we can talk about the two weeks leave na hinihingi mo."

Tumango naman ito at lumabas ng opisina ko. After 10 minutes pumasok naman kaagad si Timothy.

"Take a sit first." Umupo naman ito sa isang bakanting upuan.

"So Mr. Timothy, give me 3 valid reason why you're leaving in two weeks." I'm signing different documents while drinking water.

"Kailangan ko po kasing mag leave dahil po masama ang pakiramdam ko at ang iba pong rason ay personal na bagay na po ma'am." Yuko ng yuko ang lalaking to.

"Okay then, sa Friday pwede ka nang mag leave. Come with me Timothy may importante tayong pupuntahan."

Sabay naming tinungo ang isang private elevator na kung saan ako lang ang pwedeng gumamit nito. I press the ground button.

Habang nasa loob kaming dalawa parang ang daming taong nakasakay dahil nakakabingi ang sobrang katahimikan. Buti nalang at binasag niya ang katahimikang namamagitan samin.

"Ah ma'am, saan po pala tayo pupunta?" Sabay kamot ng ulo.

"To our new investor. You're going to write kung ano ang pinag uusapan namin." Answering him but I'm looking the-

Boooggsshhh!

"What's happening?" Kalma kong tanong kay Timothy.

"Nasira po ata yong elevator ma'am." Kinuha ko ang phone ko and I dial Manong Bert, siya kasi ang marunong pagdating dito.

Hinintay lang namin na maaayos kaagad dahil feeling ko ang sikip dito sa loob. I can't breathe properly.

Anong gagawin ng isang mayamang babae kung matuklasan niyang niloloko siya ng taong sobrang importante sa buhay niya? Is she can forgive that person? Paano kung ang taong ito ang siyang nakatadhana para sa kanya, handa ba siyang magpatawad at mag mahal ulit? 


She's the CEO of their company, pero hindi man lang niya napansin na may nakapasok na palang kontrabida sa kompanya niya. Tanga ba siya sa paningin ninyo o sadyang nagtiwala lang siya ng lubusan kaya hindi niya napansin ang taong ito? 



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