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Chapter 90 The First Crack

Auteur: Precious.Writes😝
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-10 22:09:46

Vanessa didn’t sleep much that night.

Not because she was afraid.

But because her mind refused to slow down.

The anonymous message sat open on her phone screen long after midnight.

“If you want the truth about the missing money, stop trusting Adrian Hayes.”

Someone wanted her to doubt Adrian.

That alone told her something important.

The person behind the sabotage understood one thing very clearly:

Adrian Hayes was the one person currently standing between Vanessa and total isolation.

And isolat
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