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CHAPTER FORTY-TWO_ CLAIRE’S POV

작가: Claire Ree
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The courthouse steps were already crowded when my car pulled up.

Cameras flashed before I even opened the door.

For a moment I sat still, my fingers curled tightly around the strap of my bag as I watched the reporters through the tinted glass. They all held microphones, phones and cameras, pointed toward the entrance like weapons waiting to fire.

I couldn’t bring myself to leave the car.

Five years ago, I had walked into rooms like this on Lucian’s arm.

Back then the cameras had a
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Katie Tutor
So author, Claire kept her composure which I feel is different from her usual response to being verbally attacked and Lucian noticed ! Claire is listening to her attorney Margot, yeah ! ! !
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Emiliana Yuson
author ur readers.might get bored with this loooong court battle.
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Betty waddey
Did the author forget what they wrote? He was the one kicking her out!
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