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As London pondered on the answer to give, someone else took charge of the situation.

"That’s Paris with my cousin Denver. He fell in love with her at first sight, just as I fell in love with London."

The expression on Megan’s face was strange, but Godic and Alessia understood that the girl Denver carried was the mate he talked to Godic about.

With humans among them, they kept the matter just as Grant had described it. Meghan was not taking the news lightly, as she felt attracted to Denver at first sight.

Being that Sylvia was going to hook them up, she was excited but now this. Paris? The ugly duckling?

If London had been the one to mention it, she would have termed it a lie, but somehow, it was Grant.

With him, she had to be careful with her choice of words, but try as she did, it did not come out well enough.

"Grant, are you sure about what you are saying? Paris has cancer and also a lot of facial deformities. She is exactly what someone would term...ugly," she said in a calm voice, but London was furious.

"Meghan, my sister isn’t ugly. She was just as pretty as me before suffering so much because of me."

"I’m just saying..." Meghan was trying to raise an alarm when she saw the shocked expressions of Grant’s family, including the domestic workers, but Grant did not allow it.

"I think you should leave, Meghan, and it will be best for you to never show your face here again."

Meghan was disappointed and grabbed onto Sylvia’s arm. "Are you sacking me because of..."

"Don’t let me ask the bodyguards to do it." Grant’s expression and voice were so cold that Meghan stopped begging.

She looked pleadingly at Sylvia, who forced a smile and said to Zachary. "Please. She mistakenly spoke too much."

Zachary spoke softly to her. "Babe, it doesn’t look so to me. No human has the right to call another one ugly no matter the circumstance. Ugliness comes from the heart because beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. She insulted my cousin’s fiancé and cannot stay."

It was a face that the cousins might not agree with all the time, but in times like this, they stuck together like glue.

Sylvia stared at Meghan helplessly. "I’m so sorry, but I tried. You shouldn’t have called Paris that." She was also careful not to use the word ugly.

Meghan did not look sorry. The fact that someone like Paris destroyed what could have happened between her and Denver was a great blow to her.

"Okay, I will leave, but imagine having someone like that as part of your family."

London was deeply hurt, as Meghan had been among the best of people who were kind to her and Paris, except that Paris never opened up to her.

Perhaps it was because Paris already saw through the darkness in Meghan’s heart. "I regret calling you a friend, Meghan, let’s cut ties."

London would never tolerate anyone speaking against her twin sister in her situation.

Meghan scoffed. "You want to cut ties because you hooked up with the heir of the Denzel group? What about all the money you owe me?" She asked, London was embarrassed.

Meghan never mentioned a loan when she helped her all those times if not, she would have drawn a payment plan for it and squeezed out of whatever little they had.

As Grant was about to speak, a deep dominating voice spoke from the top of the stairs.

"The only reason you are still alive is that you were a link to my finding Paris. Even if I didn’t meet her, I would have never had anything going on with you."

Denver was only looking for his mate and a way to get over Moonlight when he arrived, and since Meghan was not his mate, she would have never had him.

"I was just being polite to Sylvia because she is my cousin’s fiancé. As for whatever London owes you, you can tell the bodyguard on your way out, and it will be transferred into your account."

Meghan was so embarrassed by the way Denver put her in her place and spoke up for London that she wanted to apologize, just so she could keep being close to the family, but the moment she opened her mouth, he cut her off.

"Any word from you, and you might end up losing your tongue." Then he addressed the bodyguards. "If I as much as say it again, you are all fired."

Meghan was quickly dragged out of the mansion without a waste of time. However, the change in Denver caused a shiver to run down London’s spine, though he spoke on her behalf.

She could feel there was more to Denver than met the eyes. The moment he began to speak, everywhere was quiet, as if he owned everything. It was not the same when Grant spoke or when Paris was with them.

"Denver, why did you cut your hair?" She heard a beautiful woman ask. Denver descended the stairs gracefully.

"Auntie Aless, It was time to do so. I will go to the kitchen to make something for Paris," he said as he descended the stairs, London felt embarrassed.

What if they began to hate Paris because Denver gave her too much attention? "Denver, I can cook for her. I always do," she proposed, but Alessia refused.

"No body has to cook. We have cooks and a chef. Leave it to them."

"Nope. I want to cook for my fiancé," Denver said and went to the kitchen. Cooking was not just about skills. The love component was what made it special all the time.

Zoe smiled, eager to have a taste of Denver’s cooking. "I don’t know about you all, but I’m going to help him so I get to taste."

"I’ll help him too," Grant said, turning to London. "You sit and wait. I will be back."

He wanted to give London a treat as well but was surprised that he, who has lived in the human world for so long, was learning how to be romantic from the cold Denver.

The moment he took a step, Godic stood in front of him with raised brows. "Grant, is there something you want to tell us?"