The Bait Boy's Billionaire Secret

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of genius, destined to secure my spot in

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brutal campaign, painting me as a fraud, a pla

olarship snatched away. The immense stress broke my mothe

to clear my name before he perished in a suspicious boating "accident." Left with not

that injustice consum

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same clock ticking down. This time, I' m not just rewriting an es