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... ay on the couch, his hands behind his head.
Resting with his eyes closed.
Bamboo Whitaker knelt on the carpet, relentlessly kneading away.
"Boss, that’s just bullying,"
she said indignantly, pressing harder and harder.
No matter how much force she applied, the big shot on the couch showed no reaction whatsoever.
To the point that Bamboo almost broke her hands, and Julius didn’t feel a thing.
Iron bones and steel muscles.
A mere maid ...
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