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42. Behind the Elysian Light

Penulis: Monica Wild
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-11-20 10:54:51

The crystal chandelier in the Cassel Group meeting room glowed softly in Enola’s eyes as she stood next to Damian. In front of them, the directors and shareholders seemed fascinated by the development of Elysian Reserve. This project was now in the spotlight of the international business world.

However, behind the perfect presentation and smiles that charmed the audience, there was a subtle distance between the two of them.

Enola could feel it—something Damian was hiding. Although earlier that
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