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My parents demanded the password to my penthouse apartment right in fr…

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in it did not look like a frail, dementia-ridden old man. He looked like the founder of a maritime empire arriving to inspect a damaged fleet.

Theodore Adams had returned.

I turned away from the balcony and walked back toward the ballroom doors. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with chaotic murmurs. The three hundred guests were trapped in a state of continue reading …

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