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Liam Jr. stood like a tiny, bristling sentinel in Chloe’s arms, his dark eyes fixed in a lethal glare at the bitter women blocking their path. He didn't need words to convey his loathing; his small face was a mask of cold indignation that mirrored his father’s most dangerous moods.

Feifei, however, acted as if the child didn't exist. She leaned in