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Chapter 242 - 236: Doesn’t the Master’s Conscience Hurt?
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... sinessman’s bedroom.
A man in a robe sat on the sofa, a cigar dangling from his lips.
He exuded a natural aristocratic aura that, even in silence, made it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze.
A blonde girl sat primly beside him, dressed in a frilly skirt and little leather shoes, looking just like a doll.
Though they couldn’t see her face, it was clear she was very young.
The man’s arm rested naturally on her shoulder, pulling her into a partial embrace ...
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