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... face was shrouded in shadow, his brow pressing down on his eye sockets, and his dark eyes shooting a chilling cold glare toward Vincent Hawthorne holding Tanya Sinclair at the shop entrance.
So, the urgent thing she mentioned was to meet Vincent Hawthorne?
Tanya Sinclair forcefully tried to shake off Vincent Hawthorne’s hand but failed, her eyes cold: "Let go. My friend is here to pick me up!"
"Friend?" Vincent Hawthorne gripped her tighter, blurting out, "What kind of fr ...
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