Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Julian groaned, his perfectly styled hair now a tangled mess, a thin line of blood trickling from his nose where it had struck the stage. He writhed under Damian’s grip, but the billionaire venture capitalist didn't yield an inch.
"You orchestrated this, Thorne," Julian spat, his eyes
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