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... aining himself—barely—from throttling Gianna where she sat, looking comfy and gloatful, her arms folded lightly as if she were in her own living room.
The bitch! Was she trying to ruin his plan before he even started? His jaw clenched so tightly a vein pulsed near his temple.
"I wasn’t aware of this cake being a leftover, and I am sure my wife wasn’t aware either. We wouldn’t show that form of disrespect. If you will... we would be pleased for you to wait a little while for a sum ...
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