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Chapter 77: Won’t End Easily
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... d the drawing tablet for the entire evening, she finished handling a few illustration orders.
After exporting them and sending them to the clients for feedback, everything went smoothly.
Poppy Hale glanced at the time; it was already eleven o’clock at night.
Florence Lynch had not come to call her.
Poppy’s heart suddenly tightened. She rubbed her stiff, sore neck as she walked outside.
As soon as she walked out.
She saw Declan Hawthorne holding Flo ...
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