My Quiet Wife Is An Elite Genius

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voice was devoid of warmth, the same tone he used when discussing a merger or a hostile ta

short, cruel laugh. "You mean that fi

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the central air conditioning. The shirt in her hand felt suddenly heavy, like lead. One corner of

tallic tang of blood bloomed on her tongue, grounding he

b disposal expert handling a live wire. She picked up the shirt

om, placing the shirt on the bed. She walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.

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ation. "Don't worry, darling," she said, her voice sweet as

king at her with a flicker of confusion, as if

leaned her head onto his shoulde

raised her champagne flu

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he had memorized but never truly read. The Prenuptial Agree

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