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chapter 38

Author: Mary
last update publish date: 2026-09-03 23:32:39

Chapter 38: Elena’s POV

​I didn't flinch. My hand tightened around the strap of my bag, my knuckles turning white.

​"You're desperate, Damian," I said, my voice dead calm as I took a small step to the left, putting myself closer to the open study door. "You come here yourself because your shell companies are failing and your lawyers can't stop the court audit."

​"I am securing my investments," Damian hissed, stepping closer. The small flame from his brass lighter flickered in the dark hallway,
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