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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE : My husband is always ahead of me.

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last update Last Updated: 2025-07-28 22:36:28
Natalie resumed work the next week, Anita was always by her side. Lorenzo had offered to give her a room in the penthouse and then allowed her to move in there when she insisted. Now she was free from the estate, free from Leila's troubles and had a home to call hers. With Lorenzo's permission , she has renovated the kitchen, changing the drab, boring wallpapers to light cheerful ones, the rooms had been tweaked a bit to suit hers and Anita's taste. Lorenzo wasn't always there, so it made a cozy little home for the two women. She had also enrolled Anita in the same defense trainings as her. She wanted her to be the perfect PA, and incorporating her fully into her life was all that she needed.

"You look so cheerful this morning, what's your secret? " Marina asked as she breezed in. Anita went straight to Fiona's office. She'd also begged Lorenzo to let his PA coach Anita. He'd agreed relunctantly.

She smiled at Marina wondering what was always making her bitter.

"I had a good ni
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