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Inner Battle

Auteur: MadlainQ
last update Date de publication: 2023-08-02 23:46:22

AIDEN

It was after midnight. I was sitting in my office, sipping my third glass of whiskey. Logan decided to join me an hour ago and was currently sprawled on my sofa, staring at his empty glass and trying to refill it using willpower. It was a rough day. The company suffered losses and I spent hours talking to infuriated major shareholders. My father took the blow with surprising dignity—or rather, that was the face he had shown in front of the cameras—before commanding his two sons to save th
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I think Bastian was in love with Julienne....
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