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66 BA Naughty Maridelle

66 BA Naughty Maridelle

Situated on the wall on his right is a simple wall clock with a wooden frame; its shorter hand kisses the number four while the longer hand almost points to number eleven. His eyelids is drooping; and there is already dark line under his eyes. Everyone except the guards are slumbering, but Alpha Lachlan did not sleep after the celebration.

On his hand is a piece of paper he has been reading for the umpteenth times. His lack of sleep has deprived him of good understanding or it is just that the report on his hands needs perusing.

“It's not over yet. It's not over.” He reiterated to remind himself he got a lot of work to do.

Alpha Lachlan wanted to take his respite, but he couldn't neglect the urge to read the papers on his table. Right after he decided to sit and read the papers, he immediately wanted to slump himself on the bed. However, the report Lydia has sent to him is urgent.

“The Alliance must have known this before me. I hope they had found a solution a
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