The Almighty Tycoon Returns For Her

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he owned it. "I want Gregory Poole to walk into his board

nessing the absolute, terrifying power he wielded. He was

her staring. He didn't try to soften his expressio

aid coldly. "If you suddenly feel bad for

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dsucking family for years. D

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authorization forms to legally block Poo

of expensive wood polish and old paper. Original abs

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ading the clauses, genuinely shocked by how meticulously

first page to sign, her eyes dr

the desk, in the most prominent

elvet cushion inside the glass, was a piece of paper. It was folded into a crud

ct that looked completely abs

air. "Is that some kind of top-secret corp

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ured. The cold, calculating billionaire vanished. A look of intense,

t and dragged the glass dome closer to his c

y thick and raspy. "It's just a souvenir. From

h. The sudden, fierce protectiveness

me rushing back. The legendary "childhood sweetheart" he co

was just a pawn for his business, while he kept th

e quickly scribbled her name on the documents a

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e words died in his throat. He let out a heavy, defeated sigh, his eyes dropping