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Chapter 150: When Fate Crossed the Garden
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I finally spotted Papa.
There he was—slouching at the front row of the seating pavilion like he owned the world (which, frankly, he mostly did), sipping his wine as lazily as a lion sunbathing after a hunt. Seated beside him was none other than Grand Duke Regis—looking far too comfortable for someone who routinely drove Papa to the brink of a royal aneurysm.
"They look happy," I heard Grand Duke Regis say as I walked closer. "Surprisingly." He raised a brow at Papa, then ...
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