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37. Behind Threats and Protection

Penulis: Monica Wild
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-11-13 15:05:03

The news of Enola’s fainting spell and Damian’s panic is still a hot topic in the business media.

Some of the public see this moment as proof of the humanity behind this ambitious couple. Still, behind the scenes, Adrian sees an opportunity—and begins to prepare a new attack.

In the dark meeting room, illuminated only by the light from the large screen on the wall, Adrian stood in front of several shareholders, playing old videos and documents:

Several Cassel projects that were not recorded i
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