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Chapter 2 Craig Lesnar

Word Count: 1062    |    Released on: 30/04/2025

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cting evidence in a crime scene. The tear

, the book's still breathing," I said,

, all deadpan. "It w

re not gonna sue

ight actually crack a smile. But

I was flipping through it. I'll get you a new one if it matters that much." I tried to off

ed him the most obvious ques

froze. "Ex

the space between us like it

w to blink. His gaze locked onto mine-steady, unflinching. I didn't mov

anything else, the air around us c

trusive. "What's going on here?" She and Megan popped into view, ey

nd, his gaze sharp but dismissive, as

roduced, her voice oddly cheerful, as though it

hat fleeting glance. Instead, he turned and walked away, head down

he hell?" she muttered, watching him walk away. "Did

off, but it didn't come out as cas

ow I couldn't shake the quiet fever he sparked in me. Craig Lesnar,

What kind of person just br

ot a fan club. You should see how

catching up. "You

like I'd grown a secon

slowly. "So..

gan said, already scrolling on he

help but feel a fl

yes. "But trust me,

snar. CEO of CCL Group, billionaire da

ice carrying yourself like you're above it a

g. "He's a walking ick. Craig Lesnar is

openness-just a guy who seemed completely indifferent to everyone around him. Maybe it wasn't even personal. May

a thing for ignoring everyone. Mini Go

ment-his voice, his eyes, the way he moved like he didn't need any

be's car, she turned to me again. "So, uh...

let me borrow his h

didn't believe me for a second. Bu

est interaction with him felt like winning a p

small talk and shared memes, I curl

d sister, Melissa was waving. My brother, Alistair had a bowl of cereal like it was the midd

I told them. "Pretty

make friends? Real ones or

ones. My roomma

No secret cults?" She asked me,

ne professor already hit us wit

said, smiling. "Keep your head dow

id quietly.

desk. The new copy of the handbook I'd picked up was sitti

ven a

snar. Cold, distant, unbothered. His eyes held a sharp, myster

put up, something about him stuck wi

e, sur

re

ought it was over,

sage. Unkno

nvisible as you

I had a feeling this

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