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The black stripe suit fitted well with his tall and slim body and made him look more sophisticated and beautiful. Particularly the crimson red vest and the black silk hat adorned with colorful peacock feathers were truly unique. But Annette still couldn’t forget the shocking appearance of Railin that she saw last time.

“Mister Railin, did you return the maid’s clothes that you took from our mansion last time?”

Annette asked gracefully. An ‘oops!’ expression came on Railin’s cha ...

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