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Chapter 120: The Night Hunt

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Mariella's POV

Of course, it didn't take long for Sophia to spill the beans. It's not like she was one to display any sign of integrity whatsoever. According to her, he was at a club in London that he secretly owned. She texted me the address and a secret code word supposedly only known by insiders. Those were enough for me to get in.

From St. Albans to London was like half an hour distance by train. It was a short trip I was willing to take to put an end to this madness. Of course, I couldn't
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