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Caesor leaned in again. "Marry me. I'll help you get back at Nicholas Taylor and that fake, simpering woman."

Nora Fatehi gritted her teeth. "Get lost!"

Caesor raised an eyebrow, his deep voice dripping with seductive charm. "We're about to live together, and you're telling me to get lost? Where to—your place?"

Nora Fatehi was so furious she could've blown smoke out of her nostrils