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Chapter 838

Fred had the woman sit on his lap, his fingers daring to explore beneath the soft fabric of her skirt. She caught his wandering hand, her voice a blend of reprimand and invitation, "Not here, Mr. Turner. Eyes are upon us."

He inhaled deeply, the perfume enveloping her was rich and unfamiliar, a stark contrast to Mya's subtle fragrance.

Fred was a man whose interest waned with the moon; no woman ever marked more than a week in his orbit before he found them as forgettable as the last.

As if on cue, a partition ascended, granting them a shroud of privacy. Her voice fluttered, a whisper of temptation, "Mr. Turner, might I assist you? This dress is quite delicate, after all." Fred parted his legs in silent assent, and she slid to her knees, a willing accomplice to their hidden dance.

When Mya returned home, she was still thinking of how to ruin Serena Smith's life. To claim Madelyn's treasures as her own and flaunt them was an act of audacity that seared Mya's conscience. Never had sh
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