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Chapter 43
Author: Perez Kalev
last update2026-09-13 01:01:20

The Wedding No One Wanted Him At.

Clara's cousin Priya was getting married at the Jade Pavilion, a venue that had, four months earlier, belonged to nobody in the wedding party and now belonged entirely to Arthur.

Arthur was nothing short of a business genius who continued his movement in respect to acquiring a lot of things.

Arthur owned a lot of businesses and had built a lot of connections over time.

The invitation had arrived reluctantly — Vivian's handwriting, noticeably softer than it use
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