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Chapter Sixty-seven: Workplace betrayal

Author: Nathy Fiverr
last update publish date: 2025-12-05 18:39:59

Within a week Natalie had gotten new replacements for her studio. The success of the competition, the release of a new scent and the press conference had all been huge successes , setting the stage for her to expand.

She had started this with the aim of bringing Lorenzo down and taking full control of her inheritance but that seemed meaningless now. She had achieved much more than that. She had proved a point and gotten even more closer to her husband.

In a few weeks they would be marking th
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