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... mer clenched her sleeve tightly, her heart filled with an indescribable complexity, her gaze turning icy.
She wished Quinn Lockwood would just die instantly!
"President Sinclair, I’m sorry, but we really can’t come up with ten million right now." Joyce turned sideways and stared intently at the files on the table; she couldn’t possibly let President Sinclair rescue that bitch.
"The company has invested in too many new projects recently, all the funds are tied up, it’s har ...
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