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Chapter 10 SUV Driving into the Cage

Author: Skyrainbow
last update publish date: 2026-04-03 22:02:23

The rain didn't stop. It just became a dull, rhythmic drumming as they shoved Lina into the back of the SUV. The leather was cold.

"Your tour’s over, Rossi," Hugo Sidney grunted.

Two guards, men built like brick walls, pinned her between them. The door slammed—a heavy, pressurized thud that cut the world in half. Outside was the storm; inside was a tomb.

Lina’s heart was a hammer, but she forced her breathing to slow. She was a reporter. Panic was for people who didn't have a story to finish.

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