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Maria stepped through the doors of their mansion with a satisfied smile stretching across her face. She was practically glowing, her mood lifted after seeing Beatrice Romanov's wealth firsthand. Finally, she thought, someone who actually knows what it means to have real money. Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she walked inside, calling out, “Anne! Where’s your brother Angelo? Is he here already? I want to talk to him.” Anne appeared in the doorway of the sitting room, her arms crossed. “Angelo isn’t home yet. He’s probably still at the office,” she said, rolling her eyes like it was obvious. Maria waved a hand dismissively, too caught up in her own excitement to care where Angelo was at the moment. “He’ll come home when he comes home,” she muttered, sinking into one of th
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