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... spered, "That’s impossible."

But Asher, lifting a daring brow, replied, "You mean to say congratulations are in order?"

Elsie opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She glanced at Alpha Henry, silently begging him to step in, but his brows were deeply furrowed, and he said nothing.

Desperate, she turned to her mother, hoping she would have a defense in this critical moment, but Caroline was silent too, her expression tense and thoughtful.

Finally, Elsie ...

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