Thirst For My Billionaire Uncle
I scoff at his words, turning my face away, only to witness the commissioner entering the room and approaching me with purpose.
"Mr. Sinclair," the commissioner addresses me with respect, to which I respond with a single nod. His gaze falls upon my cuffed wrists, igniting a spark of anger within him. He turns to the officer, questioning, "Why is he in handcuffs?" The officer, visibly shaken and pale, appears as if he has seen a ghost. The realization that his job might be at stake dawns on him, as he stares at the commissioner in disbelief.
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