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... o his conversation with Genevieve earlier that morning.

Why did she agree to let him try to win Abigail’s heart as her father wanted?

Was she really giving him permission because she believed in him that he would be on Abigail’s side? Or was she just trying to keep Abigail occupied, so she could have ’Jamal’ all to herself?

He rubbed his face with both hands, trying to shake off the doubt. Then he picked up his phone and glanced at the time. It was already half past ten. ...

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