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Chapter 57: The Invitation

Autor: Ayla Ren
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-11-03 14:11:07

Aurora called in the late morning. "Rhea, I need a favor. There's a private dinner tonight—collectors and board members. I can't go alone, and Miguel said you would be perfect."

I froze. "Miguel said that?"

"He said you know how to listen without looking like you're listening. And that it would be useful if you were seen."

Bruna, rearranging the shelf behind me, made a knowing sound. "That green-eyed man again? He looks at you like you're the last dessert at a wedding. Men don't organize this m
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