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Gray slammed the newspaper on the glass table, startling Ava who sat cross-legged on the sofa, sipping her morning coffee like a normal day that it is.
"Why the hell would you bid for the Vint Consortium?" he demanded, pacing like an angry lion in a cage. "You already own Eva Cosmetics, which is thriving just as you want. You're now dominating the