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After the small talk, the interludes will follow.
Fan Butler returned to the dining room with a covered dinner plate.
“Hey, where is Ms. Molly Ann?” Steward Fan looked at the empty seat at the table suspiciously.
Angel was about to answer, when the crisp footsteps of high-heeled shoes came from the corridor beside him.
I saw Molly Ann in a skirt, walking in with graceful steps; when passing by Butler Fan, she said lightly: “I’m going to the garden
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