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Chapter 47: The Art Gallery Gala

Penulis: Lucy Ann Ols
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-10 12:15:17

"You were already tied to my projects," Julian countered, stepping forward, his voice lowering with an intensity that demanded attention. "I merely formalized it to protect you from Nathaniel’s continued interference. Do you honestly think he would have stopped at the boutique hotel chain?"

Tiffany stopped pacing, turning to glare at him, her chest heaving slightly. "That’s not the point, Julian! The point is that you made a unilateral decision about my busine

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