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Chapter Seventy-Two: Where He Is

Author: Opey Lux
last update publish date: 2026-07-22 06:18:56

"I want to be here."

He had said it and left it there — not surrounded by explanation, not protected by qualifiers, just placed on the kitchen table between us the same way he placed everything now. Directly. Without managing how it landed.

I looked at him.

The briefing document was still between us. Marcus's timeline, the Catherine Ashford injunction, Mrs. Okonkwo's financial connections, the Vantis Capital share position at eight point seven percent and climbing. All of it is still unresolved
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  • The Heiress He Mistook For Nothing   Chapter Seventy-Two: Where He Is

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