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... room for future expansion," Su Ming said, glancing at the blueprints. It was a bit of an afterthought, though, since the actual building was already complete, just waiting for the school to open.

The only question was whether America had enough orphans to fill it. They might need to look to Europe for more.

"Yes, boss, I knew you’d like it," Garth replied with a nod. Having worked with Su Ming for years, he knew his tastes inside and out, even down to the architectural style.

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