Seventy two

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George’s cold gaze locked on Franklin the instant he entered the room. Without a second thought, he strode toward him, his eyes blazing with fury. His hand hit Franklin’s chest so hard, pushing him backward, forcing distance between him and Thalia. “Guards!” George’s voice boomed across the room. Two guards rushed in almost immediately, startled by the authority in his tone. “If you keep refusing to let me see my children,” Franklin muttered under his breath, his tone low and sharp, “then I’ll take this to court.” “Drag him out of here, now.” George’s order came cold and firm. The guards grabbed Franklin by the arms, but Thalia’s glare was what truly burned through him. Her whole body trembled with anger as she stared at him like she could rip him apart. If George wasn’t standing in f

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