Ads for foobar on 2024-11-21
| Id | Vlad | Saved | Scrape Time | Status | Scrape Result | Original Ad | Adarchiveid | Creative Links | Title | Body | Cta Type | Link Url | Pageid | Page Name | Page Profile Uri | Page Like Count | Collationcount | Collationid | Currency | Enddate | Entitytype | Fevinfo | Gatedtype | Hasuserreported | Hiddensafetydata | Hidedatastatus | Impressionstext | Impressionsindex | Isaaaeligible | Isactive | Isprofilepage | Cta Text | Pageinfo | Pageisdeleted | Pagename | Reachestimate | Reportcount | Ad Creative | Byline | Caption | Dynamic Versions | Effective Authorization Category | Display Format | Link Description | Link Url | Page Welcome Message | Creation Time | Page Profile Picture Url | Page Entity Type | Page Is Profile Page | Instagram Actor Name | Instagram Profile Pic Url | Instagram Url | Instagram Handle | Is Reshared | Version | Branded Content | Current Page Name | Disclaimer Label | Page Is Deleted | Root Reshared Post | Additional Info | Ec Certificates | Country Iso Code | Instagram Branded Content | Spend | Startdate | Statemediarunlabel | Actions |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 2,499,928 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2499933}'
|
No | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
"ESSENCE" | SHOP_NOW | https://kellyhopterdecor.com/products/essence | Kelly Hopter Interiors | https://www.facebook.com/KellyHopterInteriors/ | 684 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | kellyhopterdecor.com | CAROUSEL | https://kellyhopterdecor.com/products/essence | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467893701_1102151710845243_7361738013176144293_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=v4v1yazc1QoQ7kNvgFbwK4w&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARQJVm9nuLUbQtVArloPBGK&oh=00_AYA_PKdql5rzRhs58GzBPHPYALgoHi1l-Ejz4VHAP7LMmw&oe=6745BCD4 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Hopter Interiors | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,499,934 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2499933}'
|
No | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
"ESSENCE" | SHOP_NOW | https://kellyhopterdecor.com/products/essence | Kelly Hopter Interiors | https://www.facebook.com/KellyHopterInteriors/ | 684 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | kellyhopterdecor.com | CAROUSEL | https://kellyhopterdecor.com/products/essence | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467893701_1102151710845243_7361738013176144293_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=v4v1yazc1QoQ7kNvgFbwK4w&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARQJVm9nuLUbQtVArloPBGK&oh=00_AYA_PKdql5rzRhs58GzBPHPYALgoHi1l-Ejz4VHAP7LMmw&oe=6745BCD4 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Hopter Interiors | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,503,502 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'
|
No | 2024-11-21 19:36 | active | 1905 | 0 |
|
Read next chapter👉 | She signed the divorce papers and left without taking her phone. He checked her phone and got floored at the message: Please come tomorrow for another prenatal care checkup! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! I don't want to go to the hospital!" &32& | LEARN_MORE | https://fbweb.moboreader.net/46526322-fb_contact-e | Hello reading | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | fbweb.moboreader.net | IMAGE | https://fbweb.moboreader.net/46526322-fb_contact-enj57-1125-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=124213&accid=798859118295947&rawadid=120216695256800091 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465145310_1071191701464281_4477300003730124437_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uBaA-7LMf90Q7kNvgHCUlii&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AAaB7joY46gebSO6HLsFiOo&oh=00_AYArLZqlH8eKl5C0KL47namlN4QMJL-TtFZovoeAI5eViA&oe=6745BF6F | REGULAR_PAGE | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,499,939 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2499942}'
|
No | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
GET_OFFER_VIEW | https://www.pristineauction.com/a9823541-Richard-P | Pristine Auction | https://www.facebook.com/pristineauctions/ | 312,438 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Get Offer | 0 | pristineauction.com | CAROUSEL | https://www.pristineauction.com/a9823541-Richard-Petty-Signed-NASCAR-8x10-Photo-Beckett?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=iconic-moments-auction&utm_content=richard-petty | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468078212_1288467689168432_1160404943401570518_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cv06Wq8wRK0Q7kNvgEyAd-W&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARQJVm9nuLUbQtVArloPBGK&oh=00_AYBMQ8mhAr0EP39R8VZVEy2R2G573ipw5mVZGVp2KUoCOA&oe=6745B134 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Pristine Auction | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,499,940 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2499942}'
|
No | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
GET_OFFER_VIEW | https://www.pristineauction.com/a9823541-Richard-P | Pristine Auction | https://www.facebook.com/pristineauctions/ | 312,438 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Get Offer | 0 | pristineauction.com | CAROUSEL | https://www.pristineauction.com/a9823541-Richard-Petty-Signed-NASCAR-8x10-Photo-Beckett?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=iconic-moments-auction&utm_content=richard-petty | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468078212_1288467689168432_1160404943401570518_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cv06Wq8wRK0Q7kNvgEyAd-W&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARQJVm9nuLUbQtVArloPBGK&oh=00_AYBMQ8mhAr0EP39R8VZVEy2R2G573ipw5mVZGVp2KUoCOA&oe=6745B134 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Pristine Auction | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,499,944 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2499942}'
|
No | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
GET_OFFER_VIEW | https://www.pristineauction.com/a9823541-Richard-P | Pristine Auction | https://www.facebook.com/pristineauctions/ | 312,438 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Get Offer | 0 | pristineauction.com | CAROUSEL | https://www.pristineauction.com/a9823541-Richard-Petty-Signed-NASCAR-8x10-Photo-Beckett?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=iconic-moments-auction&utm_content=richard-petty | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468078212_1288467689168432_1160404943401570518_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cv06Wq8wRK0Q7kNvgEyAd-W&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARQJVm9nuLUbQtVArloPBGK&oh=00_AYBMQ8mhAr0EP39R8VZVEy2R2G573ipw5mVZGVp2KUoCOA&oe=6745B134 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Pristine Auction | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,499,943 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2499942}'
|
Yes | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
GET_OFFER_VIEW | https://www.pristineauction.com/a9823541-Richard-P | Pristine Auction | https://www.facebook.com/pristineauctions/ | 312,438 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Get Offer | 0 | pristineauction.com | CAROUSEL | https://www.pristineauction.com/a9823541-Richard-Petty-Signed-NASCAR-8x10-Photo-Beckett?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=iconic-moments-auction&utm_content=richard-petty | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468078212_1288467689168432_1160404943401570518_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cv06Wq8wRK0Q7kNvgEyAd-W&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARQJVm9nuLUbQtVArloPBGK&oh=00_AYBMQ8mhAr0EP39R8VZVEy2R2G573ipw5mVZGVp2KUoCOA&oe=6745B134 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Pristine Auction | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,499,948 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2499942}'
|
No | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
GET_OFFER_VIEW | https://www.pristineauction.com/a9823541-Richard-P | Pristine Auction | https://www.facebook.com/pristineauctions/ | 312,438 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Get Offer | 0 | pristineauction.com | CAROUSEL | https://www.pristineauction.com/a9823541-Richard-Petty-Signed-NASCAR-8x10-Photo-Beckett?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=iconic-moments-auction&utm_content=richard-petty | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467974768_933065958879868_5786517952172798666_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=F7Uuj9TV9LwQ7kNvgFU3eRX&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARQJVm9nuLUbQtVArloPBGK&oh=00_AYDiI0RPf9KmatHYTPAG44Q_mdocK_gl_1-UL1vtzRadtQ&oe=6745ACCE | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Pristine Auction | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,500,238 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2500241}'
|
Yes | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 | LEARN_MORE | https://news.always-health-wellness.site/hoxsjthdw | Kelly Anderson | https://www.facebook.com/61569406552081/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | news.always-health-wellness.site | VIDEO | https://news.always-health-wellness.site/hoxsjthdwl/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467712429_1158684035874682_5203608622594853061_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=z5AmxfwalrwQ7kNvgFTHgK1&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ALF3S39yQ_h1ummZ2Lct0Er&oh=00_AYDQH9a4b-djgRae0VU-aRPR00gTHAHyFWP3KioWjNMocg&oe=6745B8E7 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Anderson | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,500,116 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
null |
Yes | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
1992 Grúas Grúas | 1992 Grúas Grúas - MX$664.00 Grúas económicas de Tijuana #gruaszonacentro #gruasbulevar2000 #GruasTijuana #Gruas2000 #plataforma #arrastre #Guas #gruasdeplataforma #grua #gruas Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/935502761800 | Kelly Cortez Ramirez | https://www.facebook.com/Kelly-Cortez-Ramirez-101664185580952/ | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | IMAGE | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/935502761800054/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | REGULAR_PAGE | 1 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Cortez Ramirez | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,500,168 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2500167}'
|
Yes | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
🎁Limited quantity 20% off today => BUY NOW | Great gift for family and friends. | SHOP_NOW | https://newlyshirt.com/product-category/sport-shir | Newlyshirt-Fashion | https://www.facebook.com/61552803814020/ | 11,566 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | newlyshirt.com | CAROUSEL | Great gift for family and friends. | https://newlyshirt.com/product-category/sport-shirt/national-football-league-nfl/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467548442_583615584175058_1731848861812066584_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=dxzSh-9FJR4Q7kNvgG33Xly&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=An7OckoW0R2PrJ0dQ4aFhFX&oh=00_AYBxrt_sVHd73UvSgGoiUhj0Njc3S2Sl-BxWalANuUHh-w&oe=67458B0C | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Newlyshirt-Fashion | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,500,336 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2500332}'
|
Yes | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/sobemakes | sobemakes | https://www.instagram.com/_u/sobemakes | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/sobemakes | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/467434017_483167854746085_6295181707667113127_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=YtIj19Eur7kQ7kNvgET3nPC&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBciF1qk7VKMkP1Je2cfZ-t20bSa37gIeKUZGC2dhCJZQ&oe=674589BB | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | sobemakes | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,500,466 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2500468}'
|
Yes | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/pradierjeauneau | Galerie aurélien jeauneau // nouveaux standards | https://www.facebook.com/100054244700946/ | 49 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/pradierjeauneau | 1969-12-31 18:00 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Galerie aurélien jeauneau // nouveaux standards | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,500,469 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2500466}'
|
No | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/pradierjeauneau | Galerie aurélien jeauneau // nouveaux standards | https://www.facebook.com/100054244700946/ | 49 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/pradierjeauneau | 1969-12-31 18:00 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Galerie aurélien jeauneau // nouveaux standards | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,500,465 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"alias":2500466}'
|
Yes | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/pradierjeauneau | Galerie aurélien jeauneau // nouveaux standards | https://www.facebook.com/100054244700946/ | 49 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram Profile | 0 | instagram.com | CAROUSEL | http://instagram.com/pradierjeauneau | 1969-12-31 18:00 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Galerie aurélien jeauneau // nouveaux standards | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,500,794 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
null |
Yes | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
It’s getting a bit cold🥶 @mym #companion #companionship #date #gfe #naturalbody #blackgirlmagic #paris #milan #mym | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/kelly_companion | kelly_companion | https://www.instagram.com/_u/kelly_companion | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | http://instagram.com/kelly_companion | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/464948124_499949426373225_5276551090087083340_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=21SBf5dMe54Q7kNvgHrAgkP&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYA4DwMIiOC7EAqlzyURn9bLmosxtfzRUsvRxlScoE3HRA&oe=67459507 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | kelly_companion | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,500,842 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
null |
No | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 | Click here for more 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 episodes👉 | 💥The real millionaire's daughter watched the fake millionaire's daughter, who posed as the heir of her own group, buy luxury goods, access the luxury room, and even open her own safe in front of her coworkers. Audrey still kept her identity a secret just to investigate the company's embezzlement... | WATCH_MORE | https://dramletosstatic.boltray.com/h5/advertiseme | Dramalet-Official | https://www.facebook.com/61567111877843/ | 92 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Watch more | 0 | dramletosstatic.boltray.com | VIDEO | https://dramletosstatic.boltray.com/h5/advertisementH5/advertisementH5_HEIRESS_tongtou/advertisementH5.html?utm_source=Social_facebook&utm_deep_link_sub1=671b0458ade9cacbe2d0f0a3&product_page=drama&utm_recommend_drama_id=671b0458ade9cacbe2d0f0a3&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_adset={{adset.name}}&utm_ad={{ad.name}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&site_source_name={{site_source_name}}&placement={{placement}}&org_link=heiress2_tongtou | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467442255_1652214865646726_2127755292829144342_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=dOdPTuyhLtgQ7kNvgEZbUzC&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Azp25diV32BNy_uVWY9ZgGS&oh=00_AYCAV2p-oG2sQBiRKeK-XNgsYc177X0Rz3sK0TmLa6YFcA&oe=67459D75 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Dramalet-Official | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,503,564 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
null |
No | 2024-11-21 19:36 | active | 1905 | 0 | Continuar lendo👉👉👉 | Devido às dificuldades da vida, ela tinha que trabalhar como acompanhante. Um dia, ela recebeu um pedido de um cliente misterioso, pedindo que ela fosse sua noiva temporária por uma semana. Considerando a alta remuneração, ela aceitou o pedido. Inesperadamente, isso mudou sua vida... ===== Já fazia alguns meses que eu entrei para a Red Angel, uma agência de acompanhantes de luxo. Larguei o meu emprego de secretária pois com aquele salário eu mal conseguia comprar alimentos. Eu não conseguia nem mesmo pagar as contas acumuladas, isto sem falar na minha faculdade e no colégio interno de Gabriel. Eu queria muito ter condições de pagar tudo, de ter condições de pagar alguém para cuidar dele, para todas as noites eu poder estar com ele. Se a falta de nossos pais doía em mim, para ele o sofrimento era ainda maior. Eu não poderia recusar este trabalho, estava cheia de dívidas e com o meu irmão pequeno para criar. Após a morte dos nossos pais o que nos restou foi muita tristeza, saudades e muitas contas para pagar. E quitar todas elas com o meu trabalho de secretária, era impossível, eu estava ao ponto de desistir dos estudos. Uma amiga da faculdade me ajudou, me apresentou para a dona da agência Red Angel, na qual ela trabalha. No início eu não queria, estava fora dos meus princípios. Mas tudo caiu por terra, quando o conselho tutelar me ameaçou. E eu poderia perder a guarda de Gabriel, eu estava deixando-o sozinho para trabalhar. E estávamos passando necessidade. E foi assim comecei a trabalhar na Red Angel, nem sempre era fácil. Mas comecei a ganhar o suficiente. Consegui pagar a minha faculdade e o colégio interno de Gabriel, uma escola bem cara e conceituada. Eu não estava extremamente feliz, mas estava conseguindo devagar alcançar os meus objetivos. Mas agora estou sofrendo as consequências de uma suspensão por três meses, por ter me envolvido com um dos funcionários da Red Angel. Quebrando assim, uma das regras da Mary. O pior é que eu nem sentia nada por aquele babaca, que fez um drama, dizendo para a Mary, que ele estava indo embora por minha culpa, sendo que ele estava indo para Nova Iorque trabalhar. O telefone tocou me tirando de meus pensamentos. -- Alô? -- Olá, Karen. Eu devia te ignorar por mais alguns meses. Mas digamos que a sorte sorriu para você. Então, não me decepcione. Mari me explicou que um poderoso empresário estava oferecendo pagar muito por uma semana comigo. E seria em Portofino, na Itália. O meu coração fez um salto. Isto poderia pagar meus últimos meses de estudo. Me dando a oportunidade de deixar a Red Angel assim que eu conseguisse outro trabalho, no que vou me formar. O que me chamou a atenção, ele queria apenas desfilar comigo. Isso me deixou pensativa. Mas o fato de ganhar todo este dinheiro me fez aceitar. Mary me avisou que nos encontraríamos no dia seguinte para comprar tudo o necessário para a viagem. -- Karen. Ele te escolheu entre tantas. Então espero que não me decepcione. -- Mary, eu vou dar o meu melhor para não te decepcionar. -- Ele exigiu algo? -- Na verdade, ele dispensou o nosso contrato habitual da agência, quer sigilo, obviamente. Ele vai pagar tudo, suas roupas, malas, viagem. Ele quer que você leia o contrato e se quiser incluir algo, poderá. Ele quer que eu envie para ele em seguida. Isto me deixou mais que apreensiva. Mas o dinheiro e a promessa de liberdade deste trabalho valeriam risco. -- Pensei. -- Por favor, me envie a cópia dos seus documentos por e-mail. Preciso enviar para ele, para os trâmites da viagem. Até amanhã. -- Vou te enviar, até amanhã e obrigada pela oportunidade. -- Não agradeça a mim, por mais que eu te adore, Karen, regras são regras, eu te deixaria em punição, mas ele escolheu você. -- Mesmo assim, obrigada. Até amanhã. Ela desligou o telefone, meu coração ainda estava acelerado. Eu nem mesmo sabia como ele era. Mas tentei não pensar sobre, afinal no dia seguinte Mary me mostraria uma foto dele e falaríamos mais sobre ele. Respirei fundo, precisava me acalmar. Eu fui para a cozinha, preparei um chá e liguei para Gabriel, para contar da viagem. Para ele e outras pessoas próximas, eu falava que trabalhava como aeromoça em voos particulares de ricos excêntricos. Peguei o celular e liguei para a escola de Gabriel. Após falar com a secretária, eles passaram a chamada para o quarto dele. -- Karen, como estou feliz que você ligou! -- Eu queria ouvir a sua voz. Estou com muitas saudades. -- Hoje eu venci o no campeonato de futebol e no judô eu estou classificado para as olimpíadas da escola. Estou feliz, Karen. -- Uau! Meu campeão! Parabéns, estou orgulhosa de você. Nós nos veremos assim que eu voltar de viagem. -- Para onde você voará desta vez? Meu coração apertou, mas ele era muito criança para entender o que eu fazia. E, de certa forma, desta vez eu realmente estava indo voar. -- Vou para Portofino, na Itália. Mas assim que eu voltar, vou correndo te ver e vou trazer presentes. -- Vou ficar contente em te ver. Eu gosto dos presentes, mas gosto muito mais de você. Segurei as lágrimas. Eu queria muito poder ter condições de pagar alguém para tomar conta dele enquanto eu trabalhava. Mas antes eu precisava pagar todas as nossas contas acumuladas e arrumar outro trabalho. E assim ter condições de bancar todas as despesas da casa e dos estudos de Gabriel. Ele dependia de mim. Respirei fundo e tentei mostrar a ele que estava feliz. -- Eu te amo muito, garotinho lindo. Eu também fico muito feliz em te ver, em breve estaremos juntos. -- Eu vou esperar! Boa Viagem, irmãzinha. Vou jogar com os meus amigos. Te amo. - Obrigada! Se divirta, querido. E lembre-se que eu te amo mais que tudo. Eu te ligarei em breve. Ele fez barulhos de b*ijos no telefone e desligou. Eu enxuguei as lágrimas em meu rosto e tentei restar otimista para o amanhã. Era isto, se no contrato, as exigências do cliente fossem suportáveis a minha partida para a Itália já seria amanhã, ao lado de um perfeito desconhecido. Capítulo 2 Noiva! No dia seguinte... O meu carro não funcionou e tive que correr para a estação. Mary marcou comigo na frente de uma loja cara da avenida principal. Eu já conseguia ver seus cabelos claros presos em um rabo de cavalo elegante e suas roupas de grife adornando o seu corpo perfeito. Ela se girou lentamente, sorrindo para mim. -- Bom dia, senhorita atrasada. -- Bom dia, me desculpe pelo atraso. Lamento ter feito você me esperar. Meu carro quebrou outra vez. -- Tudo bem, Karen. Consigo ver o quanto está abatida e acredite, vai ficar tudo bem. Mas devo te alertar que o nosso cliente, o senhor Dante, não suporta atrasos. -- Isto não vai acontecer. Eu respondi, tentando buscar um pouco de ar para os meus pulmões. -- Vamos entrar, pois estamos atrasadas. O dia está apenas começando. Entrei na loja com ela e por uma hora escolhemos vestidos, sapatos, variados acessórios. Mary estava quase todo o tempo no telefone enviando fotos para ele de cada roupa que eu vestia. E ele respondia o que ele gostava ou não. Quando saímos para a rua Mary, finalmente deixou o telefone. -- Eu ainda acho muito estranho tudo isso. Qual o problema deste homem, Mary? Ela sorriu gentilmente, mas não respondeu. Ela entrou no spa que ficava a poucos metros da loja em que estávamos. Após sermos acomodadas em uma sala de estar, ela se virou para mim. -- Ele deixou claro no contrato, ele só quer que sua presença ao lado dele, sempre bem-vestida e maquiada. -- Tudo bem, eu prefiro assim. Ela sorriu e abaixou a voz. --Um lugar maravilhoso... O telefone dela interrompeu sua frase, ela se afastou e eu entrei para a sala de massagem. E pelas horas seguintes, eu fui preparada, unhas, cabelos, maquiagem, roupas. O meu coração estava em angústia, mas eu sabia que era tarde demais para desistir. Horas depois, estávamos na frente do grande espelho da recepção da Red Angel. Eu usava um vestido chique com um toque sensual na dose justa. Na bolsa, estava todos os meus pertences e o principal, o meu passaporte. Mary repassava as exigências do contrato que eu tinha acabado de assinar. -- Você tem apenas que sorrir e concordar com tudo o que ele disser quando estiverem em público. Praticamente, você terá que fingir um relacionamento emotivo com ele. Dormirá no mesmo quarto que ele, mas ele não te tocará. Mary tinha mandado que todas as roupas fossem preparadas nas malas caras que ela tinha comprado para mim. E quando o carro que ele enviou chegou na frente da Red Angel, o motorista as carregou no porta-malas. Me despedi de Mary e segui para o meu destino. Apesar de ter me dado um boa noite amigável, o motorista restou em silêncio todo o trajeto. No aeroporto, entramos na área vip de voos privados, um avião estava pronto na pista. O motorista me conduziu até um comissário que estava esperando na escada, ele me cumprimentou e me acompanhou até o meu assento no avião, me oferecendo tudo o possível para o meu conforto. Eu estava terminando de fazer uma mensagem para o meu irmão, quando escutei a sua voz pela primeira vez. -- Boa noite, Karen. Seja bem-vinda. Eu levantei o meu olhar para encontrar Dante Montallegro com seu corpo perfeito e seu olhar intenso buscando os meus. -- Boa noite, senhor Montallegro... -- Retire o Senhor, por favor, você deve me chamar de Dante, nada mais. --Disse enquanto dobrava lentamente a manga de sua camisa. Eu observei os seus movimentos, seus braços definidos eram evidentes sobre o tecido caro de sua camisa. -- Me desculpe, eu estou um pouco nervosa. -- Entendo suas dúvidas depois do contrato que enviei. Então, estou disposto a discutir com você durante o voo. Vou começar te explicando o meu motivo por contratar sua agência. Estamos indo para uma grande conferência, onde entrarei em contato com alguns clientes importantes. Mas o fato de sua presença é porque minha noiva me deixou. E ela estará nessas reuniões. Ela terminou comigo e duas semanas depois, ficou noiva de outro. Eu sei que ela ainda me ama. Ela está fazendo isso de pirraça. Preciso jogar do mesmo jeito que ela, para tirá-la da zona de conforto. E fazer ela ver, que eu sou o homem certo para ela! Ele disse tudo de forma tão natural que eu encontrei dificuldades para dizer que isto era mais louco do que eu poderia pensar. Mas, enfim, ele estava me pagando bem para ser sua namorada. -- Entendi Dante, eu serei sua namorada para passar ciúmes. -- Na verdade, noiva. Você será minha noiva. Ficamos noivos em uma romântica viagem para a Grécia. -- Noiva?? Eu falei um pouco mais alto do que eu deveria, e ele seriamente me respondeu. -- Sim. Eu e Vivian terminamos faz dois meses e ela estava viajando para outra parte do mundo, e eu também. Então a mentira que nós dois contaremos será plausível. -- Tudo bem. -- Ótimo, eu preciso que você apenas concorde com tudo o que eu disser e saiba evitar responder perguntas, eu as responderei. -- Claro, você tem fotos da sua noiva? -- Apenas as do site. -- Bom saber que você escolheu sua atual noiva se baseando naquelas fotos. -- Na verdade, não foi pelas fotos, foi por sua descrição no perfil. E depois conversando com a Mary, ela me disse que você está na faculdade. E que, ao contrário das outras que ali estão, você busca um futuro fora de tudo isto. -- Bom de certa forma, acho fofo o seu esforço para, de alguma forma reconquistar sua amada. Ele apenas sorriu, mas não disse mais nada, e nas horas seguintes de voo ele não tocou mais no assunto do contrato ou sua relação. Falamos de tudo um pouco e encontramos muitas afinidades e o voo foi tranquilo. Quando o avião pousou, ele se virou para mim e puxou uma caixa de dentro de sua pequena mala. -- Precisamos contar bem esta mentira... Ele abre a caixa e duas alianças brilharam diante dos meus olhos. Ele pegou o solitário e deslizou em meu dedo. Ele mesmo pegou a outra aliança e deslizou em seu dedo. -- Parece que estamos noivos, querido. Ele sorriu e me ajudou a levantar da poltrona. -- Aqui começa nossa história, querida. Capítulo 3 Dante Montallegro Ao entrar no carro que estava a nossa espera na pista, ele voltou a sua atenção para mim. -- Karen, você pode me dizer o seu nome real? -- Este é o meu nome real. A Mary deve ter enviado todos os meus documentos para você, incluindo todos os exames... -- Sim, claro, ela enviou, mas foi tudo para a minha secretária. Os exames são sempre enviados para os clientes? -- Isto faz parte da exigência da Mary, provar para todos os clientes que nos contratam a longo prazo, que somos saudáveis. -- Eu entendidos. O telefone dele tocou, eu tentei não prestar atenção na sua conversa. Eu respirei fundo e me concentrei na paisagem de Portofino. Meu telefone começou a tocar insistentemente. E eu não consegui desligar. Levantei o meu olhar para Dante e ele olhou meu celular com certo ar de reprovação. Enfim, consegui desligar a chamada. Ele seguiu falando por alguns segundos e depois desligou. Ele pegou uma grande caixa que estava entre nós e me entregou. -- Isto é para você. E seu telefone deve permanecer apenas no modo vibração. Atenda, apenas se for algo de urgência. Espero que não atenda os seus clientes enquanto estiver comigo. As minhas mãos trêmulas abriram a caixa, enquanto o amargo descia na minha garganta. O que está acontecendo? Ele consegue me deixar sem jeito e extremamente irritada. Poucas horas juntos, e ele já estava me deixando desconfortável, mas do que qualquer outra pessoa já foi capaz. --Pensei. Fiquei um tempo olhando o celular de última geração dentro da caixa. Provavelmente eu deveria devolver no final do contrato. Parecendo ler os meus pensamentos, ele falou. -- Considere um presente meu. Por você ter aceitado o meu contrato. -- Desculpe, Dante, eu não posso aceitar. -- Não gosto de ser contrariado, Karen. Além do mais, não estamos quebrando nenhuma das regras por nós estabelecidas. E você, como minha noiva, não pode usar qualquer telefone barato na frente dos meus investidores e clientes. Eu respirei fundo novamente e tentei me acalmar. Este homem me enlouqueceria em uma semana ao seu lado. Parecia impossível isto não acontecer. -- Tudo bem, obrigada, Dante. Ele apenas sorriu, convencido. Quando eu terminei de transferir os meus dados para o telefone, o carro parou na frente do hotel "A Belmond." Antes que eu pudesse organizar as minhas coisas da bolsa para sair, ele já tinha saído e estava abrindo a porta para mim. A sua mão segurou a minha e me guiou porta adentro. Fomos recepcionados e nos levaram para a Suíte Dolce Vita. Eu tentava prestar atenção em tudo a minha volta, no estilo antigo, mas luxuoso do hotel cinco estrelas. Quando finalmente estávamos sozinhos, eu me via sem graça, um pouco perdida. Eu observava a cama King size coberta os Lençóis brancos, eu jamais tinha dormido em algo do gênero. -- Gostou da nossa cama? A sua proximidade me fez dar um passo para trás e seu olhar se estreitou enquanto ele sorria e me observava. -- Eu...eu pensei que teria duas camas. A suíte é enorme, tem outros cômodos e não tem outra cama. Ele se aproximou lentamente, mas desta vez não me afastei e nem desviei o meu olhar do seu. -- Eu te disse que não passaremos dos b*ijos e em público... Claro. No contrato, ele tinha deixado claro que eu deveria ser carinhosa e aceitar seus carinhos publicamente. E eu já temia por isto. Eu me lembrava de cada linha do contrato. Meu coração parecia descontrolado quando ele se aproximava ainda mais. -- Respira, Karen. Cretino provocador! -- Pensei comigo. Eu apertei as minhas unhas na palma da mão e tentei disfarçar. -- Bom, eu vou arrumar as minhas coisas no armário, se você assim me permitir. -- Eu tenho uma proposta melhor. Vou chamar a recepção e eles enviarão alguém para organizar tudo. Basta deixarmos as malas do lado que preferimos do closet. E descemos para o restaurante do hotel. Quero muito falar com você e obviamente te exibir, querida noiva. -- Tudo bem, você é quem manda. Os olhos deles se estreitam, e ele sorriu. -- Palavras perigosas estas. Mas enfim, tomamos um banho e saímos daqui trinta minutos, tudo bem? -- Tudo bem, perfeito para mim, eu vou separar o que preciso agora, enquanto você usa o banheiro. -- Perfeito. Karen, eu quero te dizer, beba e coma o que quiser a qualquer momento. Se não encontrar no frigobar ou na pequena cozinha do quarto, ordene para que a recepção te satisfaça. Não quero que fique me esperando para pedir algo para você. Se sentir vontade de algo, apenas ordene. Você é a minha noiva, lembre-se disto. Quero você saciada e satisfeita. Entendido? Ele realmente parecia ter optado por seguir me provocando. Mas eu não revidaria. -- Sim, obrigada. Ele sorriu e caminhou com a sua mala de mão para o grande banheiro. Quando ele fechou a porta, eu decidi sair para o terraço. Capítulo 4 A ex noiva A vista para o mar era extremamente magnífica. Eu tinha que ligar para o Gabriel, peguei meu celular e disquei o número do colégio. Neste momento, agradeci por estar usando um chip Internacional. Aguardei ansiosa enquanto o telefone tocava. Após ser atendida, transferiram a chamada para o quarto do Gabriel. E logo a voz doce e familiar me respondeu. --Karen.... -- Oi, Gabriel, meu amor, que saudades. -- Karen, que bom que você ligou, eu sei que você está viajando, mas estou com muita saudade. Eu senti o meu coração apertar, imaginando o quanto era difícil para um garoto de dez anos ficar longe da sua única família. Perdemos o papai em acidente quando o Gabriel tinha apenas quatro anos. E já fazia dois anos que perdemos a mamãe para uma doença fatal. Foi aí que eu assumi todas as responsabilidades. E, no início, consegui manter a casa e nossos estudos. Mas as contas foram aumentando, me deixando desesperada ao ponto de assumir a vida obscura que eu levava. Eu fiz poucos programas, mas desde o primeiro sempre desejei sair desta vida. Para o Gabriel eu dizia trabalhar como aeromoça de companhias particulares. E isto funcionava. Afinal eu tinha trabalhado com isto no passado. Ao menos o contrato com Dante, me permitiria sair da Red Angel e eu poderia ir visitá-lo com mais frequência. E depois conseguir manter ele em casa comigo, pagando alguém para ajudar a cuidar dele. -- Sinto muito, querido, eu também estou morrendo de saudades, prometo que vou ligar mais vezes e logo estarei de volta. -- Eu estou indo muito bem, minhas notas são boas. Eu quero muito te ver, Karen. Podemos fazer uma chamada de vídeo com o Skype qualquer dia desses? -- Vamos nos organizar. Sim, estou muito orgulhosa de você. Isto que estamos vivendo é uma fase, se concentre nisto. Eu te amo muito, nunca se esqueça disto. -- Eu também te amo, Karen. Eu falei um pouco mais com o Gabriel. Minutos depois, eu desliguei o telefone e quando voltei para dentro, percebi que a porta estava entre aberta. Eu tinha certeza de que a tinha deixado aberta antes de ir para o terraço. Eu caminhei lentamente, a porta do quarto estava aberta. Dante estava enrolado na toalha, jogado na cama, mexendo em seu celular. E eu me peguei pensando se ele tinha ouvido toda a minha conversa. Ele levantou seu olhar e me disse. -- Você tem vinte minutos. A sua voz era fria, e ele voltou novamente seu olhar para o celular. Eu tentei fingir que não estava babando no seu corpo perfeito. E muito menos que estava desconfiada que ele tenha ouvido minha conversa com o Gabriel. -- Tudo bem, estarei pronta. Eu corri contra o tempo, agarrei a minha mala de mão com as coisas que eu tinha deixado separado. Fui para o banheiro, tomei banho, fiz maquiagem e sai de lá vestindo o roupão do hotel. Eu me vesti e me dei por satisfeita com o meu reflexo no espelho. -- Venha até aqui. Eu dei passos lentos, com meu coração acelerado, seus olhos estavam calmos, me olhando. Ele me analisava de cima abaixo. Ele não disse uma palavra, ele foi até a sua mala e voltou se aproximando de mim. Percebi que ele tinha algo nas mãos, mas não tive tempo de identificar o que era, pois ele tirou a minha atenção falando comigo. -- Vire-se de costas. Eu queria discutir, rebater. Mas manter um contato visual com ele era ainda mais difícil. Obedeci, me virando e percebi que eu estava na frente do espelho, onde antes trocamos olhares. Ele se aproximou e seus dedos alisaram lentamente os meus cabelos, colocando-os de lado sobre o meu ombro. Só então vi o colar delicado em suas mãos deslizando para o meu pescoço. -- Vamos, estamos atrasados. -- Ele sussurrou. -- Eu achei que queria apenas conversar. Não pensei que teria um compromisso com hora marcada. -- Faremos isto após o jantar. Pois têm um grande cliente que se juntará a nós. Ele me ligou alguns minutos atrás. Eu senti um frio na barriga, fingir ser a noiva de um homem como ele não seria algo fácil. Ele caminhou até a porta enquanto peguei a minha bolsa. Quando saímos para o corredor, ele posicionou a sua mão nas minhas costas e de maneira gentil. -- Tudo bem, Karen? -- Eu estou um pouco nervosa. Na verdade, nunca fiz algo assim antes. -- Fique calma, apenas seja carinhosa, fale o mínimo possível. Nos conhecemos em uma das minhas viagens. Nos encontramos algumas vezes e foi amor à primeira vista. Então, ficamos noivos em uma viagem para a Grécia. -- Tudo bem, vou me lembrar disto, fique tranquilo. -- Eu sei que você se sairá muito bem sendo minha noiva. -- Ele sorriu e piscou para mim. Enquanto caminhávamos para o restaurante, eu fiquei pensando em como esta semana seria. Eu teria que fingir ser a sua noiva, teria que receber e dar todo o carinho para ele. Meu coração estava acelerado, mas com certeza isto era porque o jogo agora era para valer. E quando chegamos à mesa, um homem elegante se levantou e sorriu, estendendo a mão para Dante e olhando para mim. -- Boa noite, senhor Dante. Peço desculpas por interromper a sua noite. -- Ele apertou a mão de Dante enquanto falava. -- Senhor Gilbert, esta é a minha noiva, Karen. -- Prazer em conhecê-la, senhorita Karen. -- Ele apertou a minha mão e sorriu. -- Prazer, senhor Gilbert. -- É um homem de sorte, Dante, sua noiva é lindíssima. Ele disse para o Dante, enquanto se sentava. -- Eu sei disso, tive sorte em encontrá-la. Dante disse enquanto e afastava a cadeira para que eu me sentasse. O garçom se aproximou e, enquanto Gilbert fez seu pedido, Dante sussurrou para mim. -- Você quer olhar o cardápio? Você fala italiano? -- Eu falo um pouco, mas ficarei confortável se você escolher para mim. Ele apenas sorriu e se virou para o garçom, expressando-se em um italiano perfeito. Ele escolheu risoto com funghi porcini e tagliata de carne. Quando o garçom se afastou, ele começou a falar com o seu cliente sobre negócios. E eu apenas fiquei ali, olhando o ambiente à nossa volta e apreciando a vista para o mar. Mas depois de um tempo ali, percebi dois casais em uma mesa ao fundo. Uma das mulheres não parava de nos encarar. Uma loira muito bem-vestida e maquiada. O meu instinto me alertou no mesmo momento que aquela mulher teria alguma relação com o Dante. Eu me aproximei de Dante, ele parou de falar com o seu cliente e se girou para me b*ijar o rosto. Enquanto eu sussurrei em seu ouvido. -- A sua ex é loira? -- Sim, como você sabe? Eu pisquei para ele. Logo ele entendeu a situação. Após assinar o contrato com o cliente, ele pegou minha mão e caminhou em direção ao loiro. -- Aqui está sua chance de se exibir! Dante apertou ligeiramente a minha cintura. E eu me movi automaticamente para mais perto dele, que sorriu satisfeito... ...... O que acontecerá a seguir? O número de capítulos exibidos aqui é limitado. Por favor, clique no botão abaixo para baixar nosso aplicativo e ler mais capítulos. (Ao abrir o aplicativo, você irá automaticamente para este livro.) &9& | LEARN_MORE | https://fbweb.lera.mobi/6436409-fb_contact-pt01_2- | Loving reading | https://www.facebook.com/61567813351718/ | 380 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | fbweb.lera.mobi | VIDEO | https://fbweb.lera.mobi/6436409-fb_contact-pt01_2-0906-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=124213&accid=241242718481731&jump=1&rawadid=120215745355610663 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466869223_840094151379426_1386820085918132117_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=yClMMBWJmRcQ7kNvgGbPMgm&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3M1miOSQr_woseT4J3EEIm&oh=00_AYA0_z5ylY0cDGv3zzz4Fev0iIA-W6SPaZqJONusfUbNvw&oe=6745A518 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Loving reading | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,500,621 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"is_bh_simple_request":true,"simple_request_ratio":0.003956989247311828,"is_bh_selenium":null,"selenium_ratio":null,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'
|
No | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
The Introspection of Your Inner da Vinci: The Science of Art & The Art of Science | 🎨 + 🔬 = 🌟 Ever wondered why Leonardo da Vinci was so extraordinary? Turns out, he knew something most of us have forgotten - the magical connection between art and science. "All our knowledge has its origins in our perceptions." - Da Vinci wasn't just dropping wisdom. He was giving us the key to unlocking our own creative genius. In my latest deep dive on JosephKellyDesigns.com, I explore how understanding the science behind art (and the artistry in science!) can transform your creative process. From why certain colors make us feel specific emotions to how the world's leading scientists use artistic thinking to make breakthrough discoveries. Whether you're an artist looking to level up your work, a scientist seeking creative solutions, or just someone fascinated by how the mind works - this one's for you. 👉 Ready to awaken your inner Da Vinci? Read the full article here: https://josephkellydesigns.com/blog/the-introspection-of-your-inner-da-vinci--the-science-of-art---the-art-of-science #CreativeThinking #Innovation #ArtAndScience #Design #STEAM #CreativeProcess #DaVinci 💡 What's your take - are you more of an artist, scientist, or both? | LEARN_MORE | https://josephkellydesigns.com/blog/the-introspect | Joseph Kelly | https://www.facebook.com/SushiJoe/ | 184 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | josephkellydesigns.com | IMAGE | "All our knowledge has its origins in our perceptions." - Leonardo da Vinci He’s a distinguished gentleman, quiet literally on several levels I | https://josephkellydesigns.com/blog/the-introspection-of-your-inner-da-vinci--the-science-of-art---the-art-of-science | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467636096_1108527371278021_3474143068156596696_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Z_ULo-zkh1UQ7kNvgGlUsXX&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Am06NZT0N9TsWlU4HmkxPYw&oh=00_AYBkBavyGPbFhdnSPTlstHp7aAzZLdaY1VB_hHpbubIViA&oe=6745BDAF | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Joseph Kelly | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 2,500,426 |
/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281)
'{"is_bh_simple_request":true,"simple_request_ratio":0.47017543859649125,"is_bh_selenium":null,"selenium_ratio":null,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'
|
Yes | 2024-11-21 18:48 | active | 1903 | 0 |
|
Autotrader 4k Nissan Rogue en venta cerca de mí | Autotrader 4k Nissan Rogue en venta cerca de mí Ver Resultados Con Nuestras Opciones | LEARN_MORE | https://trk.techtimes360.com/cf/r/673e66d04b5dd700 | Kelly Ellis | https://www.facebook.com/mybrilliantgadgets/ | 3,942 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | car-deals-53047.bond | IMAGE | Autotrader 4000 Nissan Rogue Sale Near Me,Autotrader 4000 Nissan Rogue Sale Near Me Forest City,Autotrader 4000 Nissan Rogue Sale Near Me In Forest City,Autotrader 4000 Nissan Rogue Sale Near Me United States,Autotrader 4000 Nissan Rogue Sale Near Me North Carolina,Autotrader 4000 Nissan Rogue Sale.... | https://trk.techtimes360.com/cf/r/673e66d04b5dd70012500972?ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}&source={{site_source_name}}&placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467489568_921736496208796_2969459963881020929_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BmGRPQe7GkcQ7kNvgE1mVOd&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AKpZ2RxiK460zX3cMo0kKCe&oh=00_AYBB1vRuGGAlBAUYge2o-O4qhJ4E17Ytrg8hALeanUnKiQ&oe=6745B47D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Ellis | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete |
Page 273 of 310, showing 20 record(s) out of 6,197 total