Uncle's Obsession

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tler, a man in his mid-50s with grey hair whom I deeply respect, came to inform me that breakfast was ready. I understood the hard wor

ding that was the result of my relentless dedication and the support of someone who had helped me fulfill my dream. Upon entering the building, I stepped into my private elevator

took on an intimate and deep tone when addressing my employees, who had a healthy fear of me due to my strict work ethic. I didn't tolerate

om one of my hired men, responsible for keeping an eye on my beloved, my "flower." I answered the call, and he provided an update on my girl, who was currently attending her math class. Yes, I kept a close watch on her, metic