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Elena turned. It was Marcus, Julian’s estranged brother. He wore a tuxedo that looked like it had been slept in, and his eyes held a sharpness that cut through the room's pretension. giselle palmer puretaboo
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"What do you want?" she asked.
"You look lonely," a voice said.
"My brother is a fraud," Marcus said, his tone shifting from accusatory to conspiratorial. "And so are you. But the difference is, I think you’re the one holding the shovel. I know about the offshore accounts, Elena. I know the money for his 'revolutionary AI' is actually laundered through your old contacts."