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... lian D’Aurelius a single glance.
Those so-called second-generation wealthy playboys were nothing but empty bags, hollow shells of entitlement. For every general’s rise, thousands of bones had to dry in the sun, forming the path beneath his feet—and they were those very bones.
His gaze had already settled on Amara Ravenswood, a hint of desire glinting in his black eyes.
Returning to Valemont, Evan had immediately ordered his subordinates to investigate, to compile dossiers ...
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