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... wedding this time..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the phone in Sebastian Blackwood’s pocket rang.

The man calmly let go of her and walked toward the study.

"Master Blackwood, we found out who met with Madam today."

It was Owen Rhodes calling, "Just an ordinary university teacher."

The file showed no blemishes or irregularities.

After a moment of silence, Sebastian Blackwood finally responded with a hmm.

He decided to believe, for ...

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