Chapter 142 The Gun Beneath The Cake

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The ballroom gleamed under golden chandeliers, crystal clinking, and laughter humming through the air. The reception had begun with charm and elegance, every table adorned with white roses and flickering candles. The air buzzed with congratulations, laughter, and the gentle clatter of silverware against porcelain.

Cynthia sat beside Mike at the...

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