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Margaux's world stopped when the dangerous voice tore through her rants. She felt the air thinning. Then slowly, she lifted her head until she was looking at his face.

To her surprise, the man before her wasn't wearing anything fancy at all. Instead, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a black hoodie. But, of course, that shouldn't be since the celebration in the function hall was all about him. He was Mr. Rossu's client—the bridegroom himself.

"What the—Greg?" She felt a sudden gush of fear and confusion wash over her. He was looking at her disdainfully, and it was making her want to run. "How... Why are you—Isn't this supposed to be your engagement party?"

"Crowd aren't my thing, baby," he cut her off with a grim smile. And for a moment, she thought she saw a monster in him. He didn't even look like the same man she had loved years ago. "I'd rather have a private party with someone than a crowd full of monkeys." He gave her a malicious once over, and the goosebumps that crawled acros
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