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You Cannot Shame the Shameless

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last update 게시일: 2026-04-04 18:53:20

[Sarah’s POV]

The bright studio lights were clinical, bleeding the warmth out of the room until every shadow felt like a jagged edge. I adjusted the cuffs of my silk blouse, the fabric cool against my skin. To the world, sitting here next to Tyler for our first joint broadcast as the heads of the Rider Group was a sign of a historic alliance.

Across from us sat Julian Vane, an interviewer known for peeling back the layers of high-society scandals. He leaned forward, his smile sharp and preda
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