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... hey had never had this daughter.


"Mr. Su," Matthew called out abruptly.


Lyman held his breath. He was clearly scared out of his wits. "Yes, Mr. Huo?"


The young man asked with a murderous chill in his voice, "What do you think I should do to your daughter?"


"Well, since Tessie is guilty, you have every right to deal with her as you see fit. I won't get in your way, Mr. Huo." Lyman cared only about saving his own neck. The disgraceful man was mainly ...

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