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The Groundskeeper's Son

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-09-24 23:50:47

​MAXWELL'S POV:

​I was sitting in my top floor office at the Valancourt company building, reviewing a stack of quarterly reports that I had already gone through several times, when my phone screen lit up with Isabelle's name. I picked it up right away. I always answered immediately whenever my daughter reached out. She was my constant source of pride, the biggest reason I worked so hard every day, and the motivation behind every difficult decision I made to keep our family business standing str
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