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... e open with shock.

Impossible!

This can’t be possible!

The person who saved his life was undoubtedly Hannah Sutton.

How could it be his master?

"You’re lying to me! You’re deceiving me, aren’t you?" Steven Ram’s voice was trembling uncontrollably.

Nathaniel Besian just stared at Steven Ram, his anger even surpassing Steven’s.

"If you don’t believe it, you can bring out that down jacket and see if there’s a ’Su’ character stitched on it!"

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