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Chapter 53: The Child Who Would Not Shake His Hand

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(Keyla POV)

Holt had asked for everyone in the outer sitting room before the formal reading — family and any guests named in the estate proceedings, which meant Keyla was required to be there, which meant Leo was with her, and which meant the first time Draxler approached Leo directly, it happened under fluorescent lighting with a solicitor's assistant hovering in the doorway.

I saw him coming before he reached us.. I'll give him that. Not the way someone moves when they're entitled to a spac
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