CHAPTER 93
Author: JOHNSON
last update2026-04-29 23:07:49

MEANWHILE IN THE MANSION OF THE SMITHS

In the living room, Leslie and Bernard stood over the mahogany console table, which was now cluttered not with invitations to galas, but with a stack of cheaply printed resumes and hand-written cover letters.

Leslie’s fingers moved with a frantic, nervous energy as she stuffed the final letter into an envelope.

Her face was pale, the dark circles under her eyes a testament to her sleepless night and the physical toll of her pregnancy.

She looked over at
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