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Mrs. Brown found herself staring blankly at the buff man in front of her, having never expected a visit from such an 'illustrious' person in the office of her tiny confectionery company.
Well, that was a lie.
As someone who considered herself an in-law of the richest family in the country, she of course didn't need to give way to these so-called 'big shots', but that was still in the future.
After all, her simp of a daughter was quite slow.
Mrs. Brown was, of course, an expert in mental gymnastics, and had already jumped through several hoops to 'realize' why Mr. Black was here. 'Tch, just because my daughter managed to cuck his son by getting together with his ex-fiancée? Fuck off, man, do you expect the girl to remain single for the rest of her life?'
