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Chapter 54 Regret That Doesn't Convince
Author: Anderson José
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Chapter 54 Regret That Does Not Convince

The next day, Nathan was in the foyer of the Sterling Mansion, as advised by his father.

Jarbas was surprised by the visit so early, “Hello, Mr. Sterling. Whom do you wish to see?”

“I want to see my grandfather,” Nathan says, wearing sunglasses. He hadn’t gotten the necessary amount of sleep.

Sheila emerges from the living room, listening to the conversation. “Jarbas, from now on, it’s necessary for you to call Nathan ‘Mr. Gouveia’. ‘Mr. Sterling’ is a t
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