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Chapter 15: The Silent Witness (1)

Penulis: Lady V
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-09-08 02:13:50

Lena's world had been turned upside down, yet she knew she couldn’t confront Daniel directly—not yet. The truth she had uncovered was terrifying, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more evidence, something solid, irrefutable, that she could take to the authorities. But gathering that evidence meant playing a dangerous game, pretending everything was normal while secretly piecing together the puzzle of Daniel’s criminal empire.

Victoria had been her steadfast ally throughout this ordeal, and it was Victoria who suggested they reach out to a contact of hers in law enforcement. The contact, Detective Jessica Ramirez, had a reputation for taking down powerful criminals. Jessica was known for her relentless pursuit of justice, her ability to think outside the box, and her willingness to go after those who thought they were untouchable.

After some deliberation, Lena and Victoria decided to approach Jessica. They both knew the risks—reaching out to law enforcement meant trusting someone new, s
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