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119: Outside Her Building

ผู้เขียน: A.H. Hassan
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-09-09 06:00:02

Silas’ POV

The meeting ends later than it should have. Marketing people always talk longer than necessary. I step out of the building and reach for my phone to tell Selene I am downstairs. That is when I see her.

She is near the side entrance. I am about to call her name when a man walks straight up to her. I do not recognize him. He says something I cannot hear. Selene’s posture changes immediately, then he grabs her wrist and pulls.

I do not think twice. I move.

The distance closes fast. He
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