CHAPTER 20
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Angela, watching from a distance, felt sick. She'd attached herself to Jim, thinking the Grant family represented security and success. Now that success was crumbling in real-time, and she was associated with the losing side.

Victoria Hunt leaned toward Marcus Chen, whispering, "We should leave. Being seen at this disaster won't help anyone's reputation."

Marcus nodded, and they began quietly making their way toward the exit, along with several other guests who'd decided the entertainment value
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