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Chapter 51 - Poisoned Chalice
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Olivia GWHello dear readers. Thank you for your attention. Some people think Isabel is too weak to be a female lead, but actually she'll be stronger later on. After suffering so much, she needs time to recover and grow. But her personality is tough, otherwise she wouldn't be able to take so much. Let's look forward to her development in the future~.
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