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Way 22: My Bully’s Hot Dad(2)

作者: Flimxy vic
last update publish date: 2026-05-24 07:52:52

Chapter 2: First Private Lesson

The Pierce mansion was even more intimidating than I imagined. Towering gates, perfectly manicured lawns, and a sprawling estate that screamed old money. At exactly 7 PM, I stood at the front door in a simple white sundress that hugged my curves and ended mid-thigh — easy to remove, just like he had ordered.

My heart was racing so hard I felt dizzy.

A housekeeper let me in and led me through the luxurious halls to a large private study on the second floor. The mo
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