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Chapter 53: Cast Out of Eden (2)
Author: Mischief
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Several women at neighboring tables turn their heads, low whispers breaking out behind delicate cloth napkins as eyes focus on Helen.

Helen’s chest heaves, her eyes filling with desperate tears as she steps forward, clasping her hands together in a pleading gesture.

"Evelyn, please... you know how people exaggerate in the press!"

Helen whispers frantically, keeping her voice low.

"Paul is simply between ventures. We are experiencing a brief, minor liquidity issue."

"I just need a short
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