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CHAPTER 6

مؤلف: Ene Samuel
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-25 10:53:47

Lyon's POV

I don’t know why I poured a second drink.

The first one didn’t do anything. I knew the second one wouldn’t either. But I poured it anyway and stood by the window with it.

My father’s voice came from the doorway behind me.

“The papers are signed?”

“Marcus took them twenty minutes ago,” I said without turning around.

He walked into the room. I could hear him settle into the chair across from the desk the way he always did when he wanted to talk but was pretending it was casual. “Good,”
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