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Chapter Fifty
2nd Arc
“It’s always the past that made them the way they currently are. “
—
In a relationship
"I have a boyfriend."
"*cough cough* What did you just say?"
The raven-haired woman boredly stared at her uncle, who stared back at her with a dumbfounded look as he pathetically wiped his mouth with a tissue.
Even the secretary of his standing beside him stared at her with a mixture of shock and terror.
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