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... as he hauled himself up with that polished black cane.
‘Where do you get off talking like that?’ he barked. ‘What do you mean your house, your food? LGH and this villa were built off my back.’
Ashton gave a short laugh.
He looked down at Edouard like he was some washed-up street performer shouting in the park.
‘You’ve got a bloody imagination on you. Without me, LGH would’ve collapsed two years ago. This place would’ve been repossessed. You’d be out on your arse. ...
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