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... ese three words pierced into Ann Vaughn’s heart like a sharp knife, and the feeling of humiliation instantly reddened her eyes.
"Cyrus Hawthorne, do you really think so little of me?" Ann Vaughn trembled with anger, her bright eyes shimmering with tears, yet she stubbornly held them back from falling, "You know nothing of my past, so what gives you the right to presumptuously judge what kind of person I am!"
The anger in her heart seemed to have broken through its threshold, impo ...
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