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SEVENTY-TWO: Who Took Her?

Author: Aria Steele
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-12-05 22:00:21

“Sorry, who is this? And why do you have her phone?”

Marcus’s question into his phone doesn’t get a response straight away.

The second he saw Sel’s name pop up with an incoming call, he stepped out of David’s study, the excitement bubbling in his stomach at the thought of talking to her. It happens every time they speak now, and Marcus is well aware of how smitten he is with this woman.

But his excitement quickly evaporated when a man’s voice started speaking, too fast initially f
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