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~Lucien POV~

​The estate was dead silent by 1:00 AM.

​I pulled the Maybach up the main drive, the dark glass of the mansion reflecting nothing back against the night.

Stepping into the grand foyer, I tossed my suit jacket onto the leather armchair near the entrance, loosened my tie, and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt.

A long, exhausting emergency boardroom session in the city had drained what little patience I had left for the day.

My mind was still running through legal figures, fina
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