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... iven Leas to Joelson.

Joelson smiled and nodded at Benson. “We meet again.”

“It’s great to see you again.”

Benson could not suppress his excitement. He respectfully invited Joelson. “Sir Joelson, please follow me. The Miss is waiting for you.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

Joelson followed Benson into the house.

There was a fountain in the courtyard and carefully repaired flowers and trees. It looked very gorgeous. The house was also very large. It could be se ...

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