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Chapter 1: The Game of Pretending to Be Poor
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... usually took the bus home.
At this hour, there were no more buses, so Clara requested a rideshare on her phone, but after waiting for five minutes, no driver had taken the order.
Just as she was anxiously pacing back and forth, a black Maybach slowly stopped in front of her.
The rear window rolled down, revealing an excessively handsome face.
Clara shook her head slightly, stunned, and said, "Silas Sheffield?"
The man’s features were exquisite, with deep-s ...
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