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CHAPTER 34 :The Truth About Marcus

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Trust, Alina had learned, was not simply given or withheld — it was constructed, piece by piece, and the person who built it for you had decided exactly how fragile to make it.

She had been in the study with Adrian for two hours. Not for any arranged reason — she had come in with a question about the legal timeline and he had shown her something on his laptop and the question had expanded into a conversation and the conversation had expanded into the two of them going through James Wren's docu
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