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e beginning of June. Everyone wants to know a billionaire's secret. This month of June, however, the striking billionaire and company, which she statistically calculated according to numbers in favor of such a company, was Darcel Adham Abbadon of Black Gold Industries, which specialized in oil and gas manufacturing, and mineral mining, especially gold and art collection. He was 27 years

had dropped by the company many a time, booked appointments, made calls. But he never seemed to be available to her. A

a lot on her plate, and it wouldn't be long, surely. Before Mr. Franklin rains thunder and whatnot

hand, she dialed the receptionist a