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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-12 19:00:35

Rachel POV

I froze, staring down at the stage below.

There was no mistaking them.

Alessandro.

And Lorenzo Gavies.

“Great,” Isabella muttered under her breath. “The Gavies are hosting another event.”

I blinked, turning to her. “You know them?”

She chuckled. “Not like that. They own a lot of real estate. Malls, buildings, and developments all over the city. You know rich people who like their names on things.”

Before I could respond, Leo suddenly squealed.

“M
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