Chapter One Hundred and Forty Five.

Mrs. Madhav frowned and set down the fruit knife. Before either of them could react, Mr. Ahuja burst into the room, flanked by struggling guards who were doing their best to hold him back.

His face was a mask of rage, his breathing labored, and his glare fixed squarely on Mr. and Mrs. Madhav.

“Wh...

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