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Chapter 52

MAXWELL'S POV

As soon as Hannah left the room, I turned back to my laptop, which was underneath the newspapers. I tossed them aside.

Who still reads newspapers?

I had tried the daunting task of going through the wedding's camera footage, but I couldn't find anyone who could match the description of “Arthur”.

I sighed, groaning.

As if he could see through the screen, my phone buzzed with Keiran's message.

“How many rounds did you two have? Why are you still in bed?”

His text read.

Such an asshole.

“Get a life, Keiran.” I texted back.

“I got one of the best lives any hot 24 year old could ask for. What do you mean man?”

I sighed.

“I'll be at your house in an hour.”

Arsehole.

I drove through the spiralling roads that led to Kieran’s secluded estate, contemplating if I could puff a cigarette here or wait until I got to his house. He always had good cigars, and with my status, smoking anywhere was not a good idea. The evening sun cast long shadows across the dense forest that surrounded
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