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CHAPTER 43 : THE BOARDING SCHOOL FOR BABIES
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The Billionaire Brother Was Never My Enemy CHAPTER 43 : THE BOARDING SCHOOL FOR BABIES
CHAPTER 43 — THE BOARDING SCHOOL FOR BABIESPOV: Amelia Hart"Boarding school," I repeated. "For a baby who is currently the size of a mango."Adrian waved a hand dismissively. "Preparation, Amelia. The waitlists are brutal. I spoke to a lovely man in Switzerland this morning""Father." Damon's voice was very calm, which meant he was very close to losing it. "Our child is not going to boarding school. They are not even born.""Fine," Adrian sniffed. "Then I'll keep the Swiss option in my back pocket." He turned to me, softening immediately. "The cake, darling. Before the guests lose interest."He swept out of the library like a general.I stared at the doorway. "He has a Swiss back pocket."Damon stood and offered me his hand. "Come on. Let's go cut the cake before he registers our child for Oxford."The chessboard cake was a masterpiece white chocolate squares, little marzipan pieces, and a tiny queen at the center that everyone insisted looked like me."Speech!" Raven shouted, bang
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