The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 484

Chapter 238-1

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Within an hour, the luxury penthouse living room looks more like a high–stakes intelligence

hub run by an unhinged theatre troupe.

Roxy sits in the center of the plush cushions, her stilettos kicked off, sipping

three–hundred–dollar scotch from a lead–crystal tumbler.

Pip is leaning back into the pillows with a half–eaten cinnamon roll in her hand, looking

utterly pampered, while Kat and Anvil devour thick sandwiches and listen to Willow explain

the metaphysical benefits of nervous–system regulation with genuine, fascinated interest.

“I’m telling you, your vagus nerve is the master conductor of your emotional resonance,”

Willow insists earnestly, her gestures wild and passionate as she sits cross–legged on the floor in front of them. “When you live in constant survival mode on the street, your adrenal glands flood your tissue with cortisol. You need clean plant fats, good carbs, and deep, diaphragmatic belly breathing.”

“You know,” Spider says thoughtfully, taking a giant bite of fresh garlic bread and taking a deliberate, deep breath. “My lower back actually stops aching when I breathe like that. And this bread is insane, lady. Seriously.”

“It’s made with organic ancient grains,” Willow beams, practically glowing with delight that someone is actually devouring her cooking and listening to her holistic philosophy. “Here, take this fresh blueberry–lemon muffin and a bottle of evening primrose oil. It will completely restore your chi balance.”

Roxy takes a sip of her whiskey. “If you ever want to open a plant–based bakery and holistic spa on the East Side, honey, I’ll supply the clientele. My girls would go to war for these cinnamon rolls. Half of them don’t eat right because they’re working night shifts.”

“Oh, sleep hygiene and nutritional recovery are my absolute specialties,” Willow says, practically bouncing in happiness. “I’ll bake you two dozen sourdough loaves, and I’ll mix an essential oil roll–on with vetiver and Roman chamomile for their pulse points.”

Across the room. Jade tans away at hor toklat has abar.

Chapter 238 1

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and fresh pastries – is crouched on his haunches in front of the glass coffee table alongside

Spider, the tow truck driver, Buster, the homeless veteran, and Anvil, the dock worker.

They’re pointing crumb–dusted fingers at a paper map that I laid out between the crystal

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