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24. The Crack That Was Created

作者: Monica Wild
last update 公開日: 2025-11-02 11:22:14

Three days after Mr. Vincent’s birthday party, the Cassel group was rocked by public opinion. Social media, investor forums, and even business newspapers began publishing intimate photos of Damian and Enola at the party—a perfectly staged angle.

In some photos, Damian appeared to be kissing Enola’s hand too closely. In contrast, in others, Enola was seen hugging Damian’s arm with a faint smile. Whether edited or not, the message was clear:

Damian Cassel’s marriage was just a publicity stunt.

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