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AN UNHAPPY QUESTION

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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: AN UNHAPPY QUESTION

The executive office was all dark wood and floor to ceiling windows, the Milan skyline sprawling behind Lorenzo's desk like a kingdom he had built with his own hands.

Anya stood by the screen clicking through quarterly reports while Lorenzo sat with his elbows on the desk and his fingers steepled, his eyes moving across the numbers faster than anyone could speak.

"The port acquisition in Genoa is facing opposition from the local council," Anya sai
RomanWrites

Feeling so sleepy 😴 writing this chapter. I know the chapter is quite short. I wish we could attach pictures or images in the chapter or author note. I have been seeing beautiful pictures of what I imagined Louis would look like…

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Yeah he does and his hair might be longer since he kept it on Lorenzo request
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Becca
or does he really looks like how he is on the cover of this book?
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Becca
I also want to see how Louis looks like 🥹
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