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Desiree Did What?

Author: Belle
last update publish date: 2026-06-04 23:30:42
He held the glass cup so tightly in his hand as if he would crush it. “He’s ready to fire his only son from the hospital?”

Phil, Christopher’s P.A. and friend, only gave a quiet nod.

Christopher could not believe it. He knew his father was a very stubborn man, but to this level? “He’s going to lose one of his best specialist doctors just because he’s stubborn?”

Phil eyed him up and down, then shook his head bitterly. “Your breath stinks. You haven’t had anything to eat all day?”

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