Billionaire's Fake Savior: Unmasking The Truth

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loop from last night was static. The storm in Kenan's brain had interfered with the local elect

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vator. As he turned the

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ge empty bottles to return for the deposi

y, it probably wasn't her. The woman Kenan described sounded competent, calm. This girl looked like a scavenger. But right now, he did

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the bag. Glass clinked. "I..

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ance," Marcus said, his voice devoid of emotion. H

a digital Non-Disclosure Agreement

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ed him: Handled.

ho saw a rich man vulnerable. The peace he had felt was pro

wel around his waist. He looked in the mirror. The man