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Max sat on his bed, phone in hand, eyes narrowed in concentration as he scrolled through the footage he'd captured of Oliver’s stunts earlier. He watched as Oliver’s punches and kicks cut through the air, his movements swift and precise. A smirk tugged at Max’s lips.

“Not bad, Oliver,” he murmured to himself. “Not bad at all.”

A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He glanced up, giving a brief sigh. “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and a young maid entered, head bowed. “Sir, a package just arrived for you,” she said politely.

Max gestured to the bedside table without looking away from his phone. “Leave it there. Thanks.”

With a quick bow, she set the package down and slipped out, leaving Max alone once more. He didn’t give the box a second glance, too engrossed in sorting the video clips. Finally, after a few minutes, he saved the best parts, satisfied with the shots.

His gaze shifted to his laptop, curiosity sparking as he opened the browser. A quick search brought up c
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