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... e.

She sent a message to ask if something had happened.

Thomas told her to check Julia’s social media posts.

Chloe looked.

And after she finished, she was stunned for a long time.

So that was the relationship between Miss Land and Brother Thompson?

She just hadn’t expected it at all.

Chloe asked Thomas for Julia’s WeChat ID and that evening, she sent a friend request to Julia.

After her request was accepted, Chloe sent Julia a messa ...

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