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Chapter 51

Author: Chrysl penn
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Chapter 51

The hall echoed with applause as Lorenzo stood up to give his speech.

His voice struck a note that reverberated with rhythm throughout the hall.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I would like to thank everyone for being here. Your presence show your support for Valenti enterprise.”

Claps echoed through the room.

“I would like to specially thank my girlfriend, Ava, for always being there for me.”

Oh my God. I mouthed, placing my hands over my lips. A rush of heat went up my cheeks.

Light hung over my head. Cameras clicked. People clapped.

I couldn't help myself from smiling till my cheeks hurt.

The hall finally went still as Lorenzo said his speech.

“I have never seen him do that for anyone.”

I turned to see Isabella seated across the table smiling. “You must be really special.”

I looked at Lorenzo, his hands genuflectings as he spoke.

I hope he is not in pain.

“Is anything the problem?”

“No.”

“You look worried.”

“I am not. Just the jitters.”

“You will get used to it, soon
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