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... cup, coughing a few times, thinking she had misheard.
“I said, I want to marry your master, Mr. Crane.” Phoebe Belmont said, stroking her lower abdomen with both hands, looking quite smug.
She was not alone now. If not for herself, she should consider it for her baby.
Just an eighty-year-old man, right?
She would marry him.
Upon hearing this, Alyssa’s face turned green and then pale.
She had heard ridiculous things and seen peculiar people, but ne ...
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