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Chapter 164 Nadia's Prediction

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[POV: Aurora Blake]

The final day of the World Culinary Summit in Paris was a blur of scheduled meetings and closing receptions.

The main hall was empty. The stages were being dismantled. The industry was already returning to its respective kitchens across the globe, carrying the shockwave of Julian Oswald’s revelation with them.

Aurora was walking down one of the long, carpeted corridors toward the main lobby. Her phone had not stopped vibrating for forty-eight hours. The blog was holding stea
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