Chapter 021
Author: BOSSSESamaaaa
last update2026-08-04 19:52:20
Paul Shaw finally moved.

One step forward, out from behind Lily's protection, standing level with her, with a smile he wore like someone who had practiced it in front of a mirror more times than he could count.

Confident. Warm. Genuine.

Or at least... that was how it was designed to look.

"Mr. Calloway." His voice came out low and steady—the tone of a man who wanted to appear unbothered by the situation.

"I understand why you don't like me. I'm not even going to hold it against you."

Charl
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