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Caesor's large hand landed on the back of Lace's neck, gripping and lifting him slightly. He pointed toward Nora Fatehi. "Take a good look — that's your Lord's woman. If I ever hear you talk like that again, I'll break your legs."

"Lord's woman?"

Lace stared at Nora Fatehi and immediately switched to flattery. "She's gorgeous! And... she looks really familiar."

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