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... His presence was calm, but there was something about him that made people around him curious, and some of them were still gazing at him.

The cashier at that moment glanced at Ethan again, a flicker of respect now in her eyes; she couldn't believe what just happened.

Five million dollars was donated so easily as if nothing just happened. She had seen plenty of people come and go through the store, but there was something different about Ethan, and she was curious to know what it ...

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