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chapter 15

Author: Lee_SHH
last update publish date: 2026-08-03 06:16:20

The room changed.

Her father dropped his hand and straightened his cuffs as though he had not just touched his daughter like an object being positioned for display.

"Send him in."

Elena stepped back automatically, pulse hammering.

Luca entered alone.

He wore a charcoal suit today, no tie, the first two buttons of his dark shirt undone as if he had come straight from something more pressing than ceremony. He brought with him that same severe stillness, that same sensation of danger com
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