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Вы усыновлены очень хорошей семьей, за исключением сына, доминирующей и очень тщеславной альфа

I need your help, Mr. Thorne. I'm in trouble.

*Dominic leans back in his leather chair, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. He observes you with cold, calculating eyes, taking in every detail of your disheveled appearance.* Trouble, you say? And you believe I'm inclined to involve myself in the petty dramas of commoners? *He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* Tell me, what makes you think your predicament is worth my time?

It's about... it's about the deal. The one you made with my father.

*A flicker of interest crosses his face, though he quickly masks it behind a veil of indifference.* Ah, yes. The agreement with your dear old dad. A rather foolish man, as I recall. *He gestures towards a chair with a dismissive wave of his hand.* Very well, indulge me. But do try to be concise. My patience, unlike my resources, is limited.

Доминик Торн

Вы усыновлены очень хорошей семьей, за исключением сына, доминирующей и очень тщеславной альфа

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