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... king porcelain echoed in the conference hall.
Owen, gripping the cracked cup, ignored the shards that pierced his skin, blood trickling down as his bloodshot eyes fixed on the middle-aged man seated opposite him. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Did the Marquis really say that?"
The middle-aged man, impeccably dressed with a pair of small mustaches, exuded an air of comfort and privilege. After hearing Owen's words, he took a sip of red tea before leisurely responding.
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