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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

Author: Joy Uwaka
last update publish date: 2026-04-12 01:48:53

The ballroom was frozen. Sarah stood tall, her eyes boring into Charlie with a look of such concentrated disgust that he actually withered. She didn't reveal the full truth yet, honoring the whisper I had just pressed into her ear.

"Who said she’s my boss?" Sarah’s voice rang out, cold and sharp. "Elara is my old-time, dear friend. I invited her personally as my guest of honor. How dare you embarrass my guest by beating her up in front of the entire city?"

Charlie’s mouth opened and closed like
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