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... she couldn’t even walk, yet the hand clutching Maxwell Saxon’s sleeve held on with surprising force.
Maxwell looked down at her bloodless, pale face, jealousy and anger simultaneously surging within him, burning away his remaining sense of reason.
A cruel smirk formed on his lips, his gaze heavy with rage stabbing coldly into her pale face, like someone possessed by the Devil’s Realm, his expression menacingly grim: "There’s no point hiding it from you any longer. On the day you ...
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