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CHAPTER 27: The Jealous Ceo

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​The air inside the grand ballroom of the Le Grand Hôtel Paris was suffocatingly refined, thick with the subtle aromas of vintage champagne, imported lilies, and high-end perfume. Crystal chandeliers cast a dazzling, golden glow over the gathered elite of the European fashion and finance sectors.

​Ariana stood near the floor-to-ceiling arched windows, holding a glass of sparkling water. She looked radiant in an original Maison Céleste creation—a sharply tailored ivory silk jumpsuit paired with
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