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A murmur passed through the room.
Jasmine nodded. “Thank you, Evelyn.”
Sebastian blinked. “Vale?”
Patricia’s mouth opened slightly.
Jasmine turned to the guests. “My grandfather was Arthur Vale.”
Several bankers at the table went still.
One investor whispered, “Arthur Vale? The Arthur Vale?”
Jasmine continued, her voice calm. “Six months before I married continue reading …
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