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Chapter 16
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2025-10-15 20:00:35As soon as we left the restaurant, the frosty night air hit me, a welcome rush after the tension of that dinner, wiping away the sweat that clung to my face.
“Do you really think all that was necessary?” Antony’s voice cut through the city noise, and I turned my eyes toward him.“Are you talking about the acknowledgment of debt?” I asked. Antony nodded slightly. “Trust me, Father, you’ll soon see I’m right. Don’t trust Asher or Warren blindly.”He shrugged, and I couldn’t tell whether he agreed with me or not. “You shouldn’t have mentioned the sapphire. It’s a little embarrassing to know how you got it.”I hadn’t told him about my collaboration with Simon. How could I? No father, not even mine, a shrewd business executive, would agree to marry his daughter to a notorious playboy, much less allow her to associate with a man like him. They only saw Simon as the irrespons
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