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... ass on someone’s house?"
I asked flatly, standing by the door with crossed arms, my expression oscillating between tired and sarcastic.
Joseph Armand, resident billionaire and walking embodiment of "I-do-what-I-want," chuckled like he’d just heard an inside joke only the rich understand. He leisurely strolled past me as if I were the butler he didn’t bother to greet.
"No need to be so hostile, Mr. Dela Torre," he said, moving with the confidence of a man who was allergic ...
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