Chapter 677

“Cough—cough—”

Natalie Whitmore nearly spat out a mouthful of soup.

She covered her mouth and coughed several times in a row, cheeks flushing bright red.

“Uncle Jace, what kind of wild stuff are you saying? I do not like him, okay…”

“Oh.” Jace Whitmore lifted the bowl and served Nerissa Noland some ...

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