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will were explicit: he gained full control of his multi

he family is old money, even if their recent

background check. The scandal with Julian Thorne. The selective mutism aft

his voice dropping. "She has no one. She is

ression. "Just like your mother, then?

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board. Or worse, decides to play her own game." Silas walked toward the door. "Bring her

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isible earpiece into her ear. "He said to go. To face him.

ed to do? Just stand the

aint, calm voice of Bradford Weaver. "Weaver will be listening too. Julian think