Mr. Hamilton: Too Late, She's The CEO Now
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the place," Ava s
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ched. "S
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wn with disdain. "Some peo
bling debts she' d quietly helped manage. She' d poured her own money, money her family didn'
reater financial means, how she' d downplayed her backgro
ecause her grandfather, Arthur, was subtly pulling strings, w
th the day she planned to propose. The day Ethan' s so
some distant Hamilton branch, calling her a gol
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han scoffed. "Alwa
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