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... saw him.
“So, you’re Viscount Marezon’s…”
Yelena remembered that the Viscount Marezon she met was a middle-aged man.
“I’m his eldest son.”
Ah, so that was it.
Yelena nodded. Without much thought, she reached her hand out to shake hands but suddenly stopped herself.
The goosebumps she felt earlier had resurfaced on the same arm.
After much deliberation, Yelena eventually lowered her hand as naturally as possible and smiled instead.
“What brings you ...
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