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... 14, overcast.
The sky was shrouded with dark clouds, as if a downpour was imminent, and gusts of cold, damp wind blew, rustling the treetops.
At 8:40 in the morning, after having breakfast, Dongye Gen sat in his bulletproof sedan and the chauffeur slowly drove out of the villa’s gates, heading toward the company.
Sitting in the backseat with his legs crossed, Dongye Gen glanced through the car window at the gloomy sky, a look of annoyance creasing his brow as he casually ...
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