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... born into a noble family and is the son of a British prince. His family business has trade with the Sheng family, so they’re targeting you.”


Sheng Yang listened silently. This couple had been practicing nepotism in business for 80% of their lives. They were short-sighted. No wonder Sheng Corporation didn’t develop much when they were in charge.


“But Yangyang, don’t worry. Not only Mom and Dad, but also me, Big Brother, and Yuxi will never let such a thing get in your w ...

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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