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Chapter 13: The Rival’s Gambit

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The grand ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton Jakarta was a sea of shimmering silk and sharp tuxedos. It was the "Architectural Excellence Awards" the most prestigious night for the industry and tonight, all eyes were on the woman who had returned from the dead to dominate the skyline.

Anindira Prawiro stood at the center of the room, looking like a midnight dream in a structured, charcoal-grey gown with a daring slit. She was no longer the girl who hid in the corner. She was the woman everyone wanted
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