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40. The Same Sin and Blood

Auteur: Monica Wild
last update Date de publication: 2025-11-18 11:32:17

The Cassel Mansion dining room was filled with the dim light of crystal chandeliers. Still, the coldness did not come from the air, but from the glances between family members.

Alexander sat at the head of the table, Evelyn at the opposite end. Damian and Enola were on the right. Adrian and Clarisse were on the left.

Cassel family dinners rarely ended peacefully—tonight was no different.

Alexander made his decision bluntly.

“Starting next week, Damian and Enola will take full charge of the El
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