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“Can you help me with this? I want to punish my parents' murderers!” Charlotte addresses Lauren, who is stirring his coffee. He has been silently reviewing all the documents she provided, taking in every piece of information. “It’s possible. However, how did you find out that the property is under your name? I’m sure they wouldn’t want anyone to know about it!” Charlotte frowns and replies, “I asked my sister; she sent me a copy. Here it is!” She pulls out the files she printed before coming here. Shayne had sent her a copy of the land deeds yesterday. “I see. Don’t worry about it. I will do my best to investigate this,” Lauren assures her. “Thank you, Mr. Lauren. I’m at a loss for what to do right now. My life has turned into a lie overnight.” She offers a sad smile while gathering her things. But Lauren stops her. “Shall we have lunch together? It’s been a while since we last met,” he suggests, making a pleading face. Charlotte feels a pang of guilt but must decline. She n
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