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“Sir, I found your son beside the dumpster outside your mansion,” a soaking wet little girl said as she handed over a crying baby wrapped in a black trash bag. The billionaire, declared sterile twelve years earlier, didn’t panic. He stared into the child’s eyes and asked, “Who sent you here to play this sick game?” The little girl pointed a trembling finger at the top of the grand staircase, whispering, “The lady who told us to throw him away.”

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wrapping her arms around herself. “He hired mercenaries. They broke through my apartment windows at 3:00 AM. They destroyed everything. When they lunged for the crib, I grabbed Dexter and ran. I fled across the icy rooftops of the fire escapes in the dark. I knew your estate had impenetrable walls. I thought… I thought if I left him near your security continue reading …

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