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... g to persuade, Cyrus Hawthorne remained indifferent, his face as cold as frost, and his narrow eyes as deep as an ancient pond, locking all the tumultuous waves at the bottom, not a ripple revealing itself.
No one could fathom what he was thinking.
Recalling the message from Mark Joyce, Julian Ford had a vague inkling of something.
"Brother, after all, Annie has lost all her memories now and can’t remember anything from your past. Maybe it’s somewhat understandable that s ...
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