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Chapter 25 Sanctuary

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The evening was a symphony of flashing lights, the scent of expensive lilies, and the hushed, reverent whispers that only occur in the presence of true masterpieces. If Chloe were to be asked, this wasn't just a date; it was a coronation.

Tim Dorian was the architect of the perfect night. Every woman in the room—from the seasoned socialites to the young heiresses watched them with eyes like sharpened daggers. They saw Tim’s poise, his effortless command of the room, and the way his well-built f
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