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2024-10-29 19:42:56There was superficial tightening under Thomas Clarke's eyes. His jaw stiffened beneath his clown-like smile. "That is such auspicious news!" Tom exclaimed, golden champagne nearly spilling on his tailored gray suit.
Silvano shared a side-glance with his father. Ah, his daddy dearest is just as good at acting as he was. He is his father's son after all.
"Kameron, you one lucky bastard. You caught hold of the most sought-after bachelorette in the UK!" Thomas Clarke gave Kameron an approving pat on the shoulder.
"You're flattering me, Uncle Tom," Anastasia said, flush-faced under the shower of compliments.
Kameron's hand swam down her hip and grabbed her plump ass. She clammed her mouth into a tight smile, her teeth forged together in anger, her eyes giving him a warning glare.
"I knew she was the one for me from the moment I laid my eyes on her." Kameron drawled.
Pretending not to give a fuck abo
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