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... he hand that held the pen in Lang Xuan’s grasp came to a sudden halt.
He looked up, his gaze locking onto his secretary with intensity. “What did you say?”
His tone was deep and cold, tinged with urgency.
The secretary, startled, faltered. “I, I…”
“Where are the embroideries?” Lang Xuan pressed, urgency lacing his voice. “Show them to me now!”
In a flurry, the secretary scrambled to present the collected photographs.
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