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Chapter 80

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Inside the car, tension simmered like exhaust fumes as Howard gripped the wheel, navigating the midday traffic with deliberate ease. Every few seconds, his gaze flicked sideways to Charlotte—arms crossed, jaw set, staring daggers out the window. He relished her frustration, the way it cracked her poised facade; it was intoxicating, a rare spark of real emotion from the woman who'd signed away her freedom to him. Grinning inwardly, he decided to twist the knife. "Maybe expensive things just don'
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