Chapter 201

  Avery Lamour sat with her head bowed. Her cheeks were flushed. "M-Mr. Reed is fond of Ms. Morgan. I can't help myself..."

  What could Avery possibly have in common with Ivy Morgan?

  Ivy was the sun, and Avery was a speck of dust.

  Joy Lamour gave a cold snort.

  "Can't help yourself? Isn't your...

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