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... s half failed, but there was another way...
As long as Julian Fairchild cooperated with her.
Julian Fairchild walked with her in his arms, swift as the wind, his eyes carrying the deepest black, brewing a terrifying storm.
Very intimidating.
But Maeve Lane wasn’t afraid. She carefully tugged at the man’s sleeve, "Julian Fairchild."
At that moment, Julian Fairchild viewed Maeve Lane through an automatic filter of frailty and paleness, frowning deeply, but a ...
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