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Chapter 158: He belongs to me
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Expensive cars worth millions kept pulling up in front of the venue, one of which Alice alighted from in magnificent glory, dressed in a black short gown, tight and showing her curves and cleavage, and a black stiletto, her smooth and black hair was left unpack, falling over her shoulder, her neck was accompanied by a silver necklace and diamond earrings, and her fingers clutched around her purse, she looks so breathtaking and every guys and guards she walked by turned to take another look at her, drooling and tripping. She was a very beautiful lady. She walked into the venue, looking through the area full of heirs and heiresses. The party was made for elites only, sons and daughters of millionaires and billionaires, and the venue was decorated accordingly. The venue was spacious, the tables and chairs were well decorated and arranged neatly, and the aroma of expensive meals filled the air, along with juices and alcohols of all kinds, the decorated area adorned the sprawling garden,
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