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Chapter 165: The Debate

Author: Evve
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-02-03 04:14:22

The honeymoon was over.

Not the marriage. The marriage was thriving, a warm, solid thing built on Sunday pancakes and shared glances. But the business honeymoon—the polite, tentative "we are partners" phase—had lasted exactly three weeks.

It was 10 AM on a Tuesday. The conference room at the AVA flagship had been converted into the headquarters for "The Alliance," the joint collection with Cross Empire and LVMH.

The table was covered in sketches, swatches, and tension.

"It's too soft," Liam sai
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