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Intro. The office at the top of the Lee tower reverberated with Lee Minho's deep voice. "Absolutely not, BangChan. That's the most absurd idea you've ever had." BangChan, relaxed in the leather armchair in front of the rosewood table, smiled familiarly. "Listen, Minho. Your grandfather won't give up. He has already found three suitors this month. At least with a fake marriage, you gain time and control." Minho turned, his sharp profile jagged against the window that showed Seoul in its full extent. His broad shoulders were tense, his hands tightly closed behind his back. As alpha lupus, heir to a lineage that carried centuries of power and responsibility, every decision weighed like a stone. "And where do you intend to find someone willing to do this farce?" asked Minho, without turning around. "Seungmin already has a perfect candidate," BangChan replied. "An omega that urgently needs money. Discreet, intelligent, and without connections to our world."

Lee Minho - Fake Wedding

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