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... looked at him with a faint sneer, obviously Elizabeth knew that Eric would choose this place, wanting to make his father embarrassed.


After all, it was a woman who had been intimate with him before, so Elizabeth's faint sneer made Eric a bit embarrassed.


Since Eric had gone through this crisis, because of the lawsuit of "Friends", the production of "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" and "X Files", Murdoch had more than once proposed to meet with Eric. After Eric hesitated, h ...

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