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After dinner, everyone gathered back in the living room with Miss Universe. She sat like a queen next to Luke, who couldn’t stop glaring at me. Why couldn’t he just tell me he didn’t want to transfer his property and kill me?
“Alright, shall we begin?” Miss Universe announced as she opened the folder with the ‘Transfer of Rights’ title.
“Wait,” Luke suddenly interrupted. He held Miss Universe’s wrist, preventing her from opening the file.
“Luke, what is it?” she asked with a frown.
“Read the one with the Transfer of Stocks. I’m taking this folder.” His jaw ticked. He forcibly took the folder from Miss Universe, which made her jolt in surprise.
“What’s going on, Lucas?” Thomas’s voice was tight.
“I think I need more time,” he uttered, his voice glacial. “I don’t think this is
