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In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel in the center of Shen City, Ma Xiaocui gripped the phone she had just hung up, a vicious look flashing across her face. The leverage in Hai Lang's hands had to be eliminated, and if she was the one arranging it, all the better. "Tsk, what are you doing? I can hear you screaming from outside," Ma Zhihao said as he shoved the door open and strolled in