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"You Know Who Her Father Is?”

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(Calvin's POV)

It took me three minutes to realize I hadn’t moved. I was just standing there, robe half-open, towel forgotten on the floor, eyes locked on Silvia like she’d just told me the sky was fake.

And honestly? It might as well have been.

She looked up at me, her bare shoulder peeking out from the white sheets, her phone still resting against her thigh like it was burning her skin.

“Sentinel,” I said again, still in a daze, my voice sounding like it belonged to someone else. “As in Sentinel Security Group?”

She nodded, slowly.

I laughed. It was a dry, broken sound. “I still feel your joking, because the other option is far more…”

She didn’t laugh. That’s how I knew she wasn’t.

I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, hand dragging through my still-wet hair. My heart was trying to crack my ribs open from the inside. “That’s the group that guards presidents, Silvia. Presidents. Billionaires. Oil kings. T
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