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microphone. He opened his mouth to deliver his prepared speech, but he didn’t manage to say a word.
Behind his back, filling the entire hall, rang Tiffany’s voice. Loud. Clear. Amplified by the powerful acoustics of the palace.
“The old fool bought it. Condo is ours. Signs tomorrow. And Marcus—let him sit a bit for prevention. Daddy, you’re a genius.continue reading …
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