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... pt how shameless Grace Clayton was, while Lara felt sorry for all the trouble her mother was causing.

«This will have effects on your business, won’t it?» she asked when it was all over.

Thankfully, the pups were already in bed and sleeping after an exhausting day.

«It will,» Nate said, but he didn’t sound worried.

Of course, hearing he was a bad bully would lessen the sales and cause the shares to drop in value. It was inevitable, but just about anything could ca ...

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