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Chapter 56: A Small World After All (Part 2)

Author: Noxvane
last update publish date: 2026-06-15 20:08:36

I exhaled, a shy smile tugging at my lips. I glanced back at their table. From this distance, Jovan looked different—intense, gesturing as he spoke to Kendrick. He looked every bit the powerful executive, cold and commanding.

Noelle followed my gaze. "You’ve probably only seen the 'Prince of the Office' version of him, right?"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah. At work, he’s... imposing. High-class, distant, incredibly articulate but very careful with his words."

"And...?" she promp

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