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CHAPTER 109

Author: Praise Lan
last update publish date: 2026-04-01 04:20:03

HE CALLS AGAIN, I REJECT HIM

Anne's POV

The house felt unusually quiet when I stepped in, as though it were holding its breath along with me. The meeting at the restaurant still lingered in my mind, replaying in fragments, the expressions on the men’s faces, the shift in their posture when truth replaced assumption, the weight of the documents now no longer just paper but leverage.

I closed the door gently behind me, pressing my palm against it for a moment as if sealing the outside world aw
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