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... m as if burned. His spine straightened, shoulders back, and that smug, arrogant expression he always wore melted into something more polished, controlled, and respectful.
“Chairman Laken,” he greeted with forced calm, his voice just loud enough to sound confident but not draw attention.
Gareth didn’t respond.
His gaze remained locked on me, then flicked briefly to where Elliot’s hand had been gripping me just seconds before. His jaw tensed ever so slightly. Not a word cam ...
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