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Chapter 140: A Flower No More
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... ry, perched atop the Hanz Clan Estate’s crumbling tower, Shirley Quinn stood like a vision carved from moonlight, her raven hair rippling in the cool evening breeze, catching the fading dusk in silken waves. Her snow-white skin glowed faintly, her curves accentuated by the flowing, gossamer robe that clung to her lithe figure, exuding an effortless grace that made Lordi Payne’s breath hitch for a moment. Barefoot, she stepped lightly over shattered stone and splintered wood, her movements fluid, ...
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