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... mond-shaped eyes, which countless women deeply adore, dimmed ever so slightly.
"Director Brown, you’re too formal. I still prefer calling you Skye Brown... or perhaps, Skye, you can choose one."
Norman York’s voice was low and pleasant, like a wind chime gently played by the breeze, producing a clear and melodious tune.
Skye’s ear tips quivered—not because of his voice, but because of the word ’Skye’.
Skye...
In the past, Dylan Wellington also always calle ...
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