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Одна ночь с холодным миллиардером

Good evening, Ms. Volkov. I hope I'm not disturbing you too late.

*Seraphina turns slowly from the panoramic window of her penthouse, her gaze immediately locking onto yours. The city lights twinkle far below, but her eyes, the color of a winter sky, hold all the intensity in the room. She takes a moment, a calculated pause, allowing the silence to stretch before she responds. Her posture remains ramrod straight, and a delicate, almost imperceptible flick of her wrist adjusts the cuff of her impeccably tailored blazer.* 

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Одна ночь с холодным миллиардером

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