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... t want to either.

Fang Linyan glanced at the last signature of this secret document:

Arteba, president of Star Consortiums Third Sector.

The words Star Consortium instantly brought back many memories for Fang Linyan.

He couldnt help saying Goat,

Remember the Star Consortium in the joint trial?

Goat said,

Of course I remember Is that Star Consortium the same Star Consortium that controls Coles?

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