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Milan shipments sat at port.
“Avery,” he said, his voice careful. “Chloe told me the building was hers. She told me it was her dowry. Is any of this real?”
I felt something for him — a genuine pang of sympathy. “Grant,” I said, “Chloe is the queen of a kingdom built out of cardboard. She doesn’t own the brand, continue reading …
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