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... g was the only thing I could hear after hours of silence.
I didn’t even look up at first. I was buried in so much work, I had so many plans to review and sign, all the tedious things that came with holding the company steady.
But the second I saw the name flashing across the screen, my lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.
"Speak," I said coolly, sliding the call to my ear.
The person calling was the Black family’s butler. Grandpa has been away for a reunion w ...
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