Chapter 67 A Father’s Advice

At the same time, on the rainy day before.

Large raindrops hammered against the glass window of the private study at the Rosy Hotel, where Duke De Monet sat behind a rosewood desk. One hand held a teacup, while the other rested atop a ruby-inlaid cane. He wasn't looking out the window. His gaze was ...

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