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Anna Jadwin rested her chin on one hand, taking notes as she listened to the professor's lecture, occasionally zoning out as she stared at the budding branches outside the window.
So, she was now a married woman?
"Sanna, I'll still need your help with finding a job for my cousin." Anna took out a stack of certificates from her backpack—violin, piano, English, and so on...
"She's so talented?" Sanna flipped through the documents, marveling at them. "She's gorgeous, too. Her name is Felicia Sullivan? She looks like a goddess!"
Throughout her life, Anna had attended an elite private girls' school with Maxwell Cameron by her side, and she was a high-ranking little princess. Every time she left the house, a group of bodyguards would protect her, and no man could approach her. She had never even held a job!
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At dusk, outside the Dark Club.
Towering French sycamores stood tall.
