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Chapter 155: The Surge
Author: Pen Ninja
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The question lingered in Gray's mind even after a day.

He didn't expect it to.

It wasn't something he took seriously at the time. But now, while sitting alone in his office, he found himself replaying Elliot's words again and again.

"Have you ever thought about learning more?"

Gray leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed as he stared blankly at the whiteboard across his desk.

He wasn't interested in fashion.

For him, all clothes were the same as long as they served their purpose. It didn
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