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Chapter 9
Chapter 9 Clara's POV Dominic and Maxwell stood facing off. If the atmosphere was tense before, it was stifling now. There were a few spectators, scratch that, everyone was staring at the two males, varying looks of curiosity and surprise on their features. So much for laying low. Morgana was standing at Dominic's side. She looked anything but amused, her eyes flitting between the men. I rushed to Maxwell's side, Lucy hot on my heels. "What's going on here?", I asked, but Maxwell was too busy glaring at Dominic to answer. My secretary answered. "I don't know. One minute they were talking and the next, Mr. Maxwell grabbed the Alpha's shirt. I'm surprised a fight didn't break out." "Maxwell", I tugged at his jacket. No response. My eyes danced between the two men and then a fe
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