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... n the phone screen, and he really couldn’t help but want to curse directly.
But he couldn’t, because if he replied with even one word, Chloe Simpson would know that he had made a note of all her accounts.
Alexander Johnson looked at those words one by one, not even knowing himself how he endured it.
The tightly clenched hand kept making cracking sounds.
That night, Alexander Johnson didn’t sleep a wink.
Lucas Hughes, that bastard!
When Chloe Simpso ...
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