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Her crimson eyes curved slightly as she leaned back in her chair, fingers lightly circling the rim of her teacup. The atmosphere inside the private room had grown thick—pride and tension colliding in midair.
She tilted her head and said playfully,
"Young Master Taylor, he said you are trash."
The words were soft.
But deliberate.
Harry’s smile froze.
The corner of his mouth twitched, then his jaw tightened. A pulse throbbed visibly at his te ...
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