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My Garden 42

Author: Miss Amateur
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-05 02:09:28

Alexander Kane walked through the grand foyer of his family’s mansion, the familiar polished marble beneath his feet offering no comfort this time. His mind buzzed with the weight of the day’s frustrations—the board meeting, the incessant pressure, the constant undercurrent of manipulation and greed. He had just finished a long day, but the real battle wasn’t at the office. It was here, in the place he called home, surrounded by people who had no respect for the work he had put into expanding his family's legacy.

As he entered the living room, he was met by the same group of opportunists who had been waiting for him all evening. They sat there with their expensive clothes, their rehearsed smiles, their eyes glinting with false warmth. They were the ones who would always be there, lounging around, trying to make themselves comfortable, waiting for a chance to climb the ladder of success by clinging to his coattails.

Alexander’s blood boiled as he took in the sight of them. The polit
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