Chapter 278: Whitmores Doomed?

Seraphina's POV

Leander leaned against my office desk, arms crossed, his piercing gaze pinning me as I flipped to the last page of my presentation. Those damn eyes—sharp as a blade, analytical as hell, but warm when they caught mine—always got under my skin.

“So,” I said, tapping the mockup logo w...

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