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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN

Author: Grace Kelly
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-31 04:48:21

THIRD PERSON’S POV

The Georgia sun filtered in through the wall-length windows of Alaric’s office, creating long shadows over the thick mahogany desk that had become his haven over the last month. He smoothed his expensive, charcoal gray suit jacket.

“Mr Alaric, the time has come,” His manager said, glancing at his watch. "The car is waiting downstairs."

Alaric nodded and looked one more time into the picture of Isabella in a frame, then stood. He adjusted his tie and followed Marcus out of the office. The elevator trip to the parking garage was quiet except for the muffled sounds from the lift and Alaric's steadying breaths.

“Welcome back to ‘Southern Success Stories,’” said the interviewer, a polished blonde woman named Sarah, as the cameras rolled. “We are here today with Alaric Montenegro, the brains behind the Montenegro Bakery franchise, which made waves in the south. Alaric, it's good to have you."

“Thanks for having me,” Alaric answered, because he could always talk to the pr
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