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Chapter 282: A Morning With You
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... ull of carefully chosen gifts from Germany.
The brisk winter air nipped at my cheeks as I climbed the familiar steps to his grand, imposing door. Even though the man lived alone—well, alone except for Sebastian, his hundreds of guards, and Victor—you’d think he was running a high-end embassy.
As expected, Sinclair answered the door himself, impeccably dressed in a tailored charcoal suit and a silk tie, as if he had a meeting with the president.
For someone who could affor ...
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