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... nciating each word. "You’re a Wentworth. I see right through your little tricks. There’s no need to pretend to be virtuous."
Shirley Wentworth’s face was ashen. The hand holding her glass trembled slightly, unable to hide her fury.
As the tense atmosphere hung in the air, there was a sudden knock on the private room’s door. A waiter entered to serve the food.
Shirley immediately regained her composure, a gentle smile gracing her face as if nothing had happened.
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