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... ared at the phone for three long seconds, her fingers still wrapped around the receiver like she might shatter it if she squeezed just a little harder.
"He hung up on me."
The words didn’t even feel real.
Christian Velloran hadn’t shouted, hadn’t cursed. He hadn’t even indulged in anger. He had dismissed her like a clerk with an expired ledger—cold, quiet, and efficient.
As if she were already irrelevant.
Her hand trembled, then jerked back. The receiver c ...
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