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Chapter 45: The Business Proposal

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last update Date de publication: 2025-12-28 00:23:49

The "transparent prison" of the penthouse was no longer a metaphor. It was a fact.

Aurora stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her hand gripping the cold, steel mullion, her forehead pressed against the glass. Fifty floors below, the ants on the street, the yellow river of taxis, the city... it all felt like a different, louder, and more dangerous world.

The park had been a mistake.

She had been a fool, seduced by a single, sun-drenched, five-minute slice of "normalcy." She had, in a moment o
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