Chapter 43
Author: The_Juice
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The Beecroft manor.

Business with Lord George Beecroft Saturday.

The whole family was gathered by the table.

Lord Beecroft glanced at Olivia's side and saw her fiance was missing, “Did Andrew have another engagement to attend to?”

“Father, I don’t think we should have her husband-to-be in our family meeting,” Blossom complained, “What if they get greedy and decide to kick the rest of us out of the company?”

Olivia took offense to what her aunt had said, there was nothing she could do about it,
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