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The Nation's President Picked Me Up From Prison - Chapter 37: Elyn: Speaking of the Devil
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Seeing me glued to my phone, Dahlia drifts to my side like a nosy spirit. She catches Greg’s text before I can even flip the phone face-down.
"Some privacy, please!" I half-yelp, hugging the phone to my chest.
My heart is hammering like I’ve been caught sexting instead of... reading a seven-word message.
Dahlia only chuckles, zero remorse, maximum mischief.
Why am I suddenly so nervous about a simple text? What if he does come? What then? Yes, technical ...
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