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... r Wang looked towards Mia Foster for help, his fingertip numb from Felix Shaw’s grip. The man, who had worked in the commercial field for years and was rarely exposed to sun or wind, had pale skin that made the sweat beads on his forehead even more noticeable.
Mia Foster had already turned her head, her sharp gaze staring at Felix Shaw, but before she could say anything, the latter had already let go of Manager Wang’s hand, accompanied by a light sneer, "Useless pretty boy."
Mana ...
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