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Chapter 10: The Distraction

Author: Enhui
last update publish date: 2026-05-31 19:28:18

Claire’s brain went into complete panic mode.

Raphael’s dark eyes were narrowed, scanning her face for the slightest twitch. His thumb was still resting against the sharp lapel of her power suit. He was entirely too smart. A few more seconds of this, and he would figure out she was hiding something massive.

Think, Claire. What distracts a man?

She remembered an article Maya had once joked about in the office. When backed into a corner, completely change the subject and appeal to their ego. Or t
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