After Being Cheated, I Became the Girlfriend of A Plutocrat

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all. Instead, she boldly lowered her hands,

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hired such a beautiful assistant f

he was overt

from high school. She had run away from home because her family was fo

come looking for her, sh

ink too much of it, never expecting

and snapped a few photos

lutching Golden's waist

hand and glared at me, "Phoebe

cause you're drunk, you think you can sleep with someone

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fell

, "Miss Morrison, you've misunderstood. I

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ulia cried, looking up

nd I yanked her by the ha

lp me." Julia c

into the vanity, my back hitting the dresser, my hand cut on the edge.

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s eyes, but Julia c

." Golden said, avoiding my

." Julia whimpered, cl

off the bed. As they passed by me, he whispered, "You smell

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