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Chapter thirty four.

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Layla's POV.

By the time evening fell, the day had already drained the last bit of energy I thought I had left.

The meeting had gone well... better than expected, and Marcus had invited us for a business dinner tonight; how does he have so much connections with all this business events and dinners? And how the hell does he manage to be present for each of them? I can't really count the amount of times I've turned his invitation to several business events down in just few days of being in New
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