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The Sorcerer Heir's Bodyguard

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Đọc tiểu thuyết The Sorcerer Heir's Bodyguard của tác giả Seddie_DeSalvo được xuất bản trên WebNovel.In contemporary England, ancient magic still lives wildly throughout the country. All the magic users are in hiding, including the most powerful sorcerer family who have taken to residing within an an...

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In contemporary England, ancient magic still lives wildly throughout the country. All the magic users are in hiding, including the most powerful sorcerer family who have taken to residing within an ancient estate hidden way out in the forest on the outskirts of London. However, their narcissistic teenage heiress, Felicia Limoxberg, demands to attend high school in the city. Her family reluctantly grants her this, and she is accompanied by her bodyguard, Brett Christopher Sol. Now they are living in a cozy little London flat, having to conceal their magical powers from others, and their days are filled with comedic mishaps, mostly Brett making sure Felicia stays out of trouble. But Felicia is a born troublemaker, and they will both have to face dark forces of ancient magic, modern adversaries, betrayal, and an undercurrent of violence plaguing the world around them if they want to stay in the city.

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