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Chapter 33: An Inheritance That Is Not Theirs
Author: Ivy B
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"Twelve million pounds in debt. Four properties sold. Three credit accounts near their limits. And they are still sending letters with blue ink and cream envelopes."

The voice of the Pendleton Crown proxy accountant sounded flat on the end of the phone. Professional. Emotionless. Rovan stood in the locked school utility room, his back resting against the mop rack. Outside the door, the first-floor corridor was already empty. The dismissal bell had rung thirty minutes ago.

"Continue," Rovan said
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