The Damned Demon - Chapter 708 A Fruitful Discussion

Nicole d'Armand never expected to walk into her apartment and find her fiancé *bleep*-deep in another woman's lady bits. What's a girl to do?Well, after obliterating an 18th-century Meissen vase, delivering a punch that would make a heavyweight boxer proud, and embarking on a night of raucous drinking, Nicole figures she might as well embrace the chaos.But when alcohol and pheromones collide, her wild night spins into something unexpected... Like a ride on the Logan Everett express.Which, naturally, leads to a whirlwind of its own: She's his fated mate. Because of course she is.And he rejects her. Because of course he does.Now embroiled in a mystery bigger than her post-breakup hangover, Nicole finds herself the prime suspect in a murder she didn't commit—no matter how tempting the thought might have been. And the only person who believes her innocence? The same guy who shot down the idea of being her fated mate.Great. Just what she needed: her love life is a crime scene, and the man stupid enough to let her go is holding her freedom in his hands.

Patricia had only one goal in life: to finally break free from her abusive family. But what happens when she suddenly finds herself married to a man she has never even met?Just when she finally found the love of her life and landed her dream job, everything spiraled. Her world shifted overnight when she discovered she was married to the most infamous and feared man in the city.Roman Blackthorn, known as The Don of the Doctors, was revered for his unmatched medical skills and chilling indifference. Few knew much about him and he rarely appeared in public but everyone knew not to cross him.Believing her stepmother was behind it all, Patricia made the bold decision to face Roman and ask for a divorce… from a man who didn’t even know he was married.

All she was doing was playing QQ Farm, how did she end up waking up somewhere foreign?

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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