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... chase, “Let’s see where you can run to…”
Meanwhile, in a luxurious suite.
Baron Stuart sits casually in a moon-white genuine leather sofa. His long left hand lazily cushioned his forehead. His gaze slightly downcast, he observes the cell phone in his right hand, then his eyelashes flutter slightly.
He spoke unhurriedly, “Clayton Howard.”
“Young Master.” Clayton Howard had only just submitted the information Baron Stuart wanted half an hour ago, and he stepped forward ...
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