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Chapter 65

Author: Isabella Voss
last update publish date: 2026-07-17 11:51:25

Ryder’s POV

My footsteps approached slowly toward Richard Collins. The middle-aged man glared at me with burning hatred.

"You should be touched, Mr. Collins," I stated casually. "I now control the entire Vance Group empire after overthrowing my own father. Isn't that enough to prove how far I am willing to go because I love your daughter?"

Richard growled, his eyes bulging furiously. "To hell with all of that! You and your father are both monsters! I will never, for the rest of my life, let m
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