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WHO IS GOING TO TAKE THE FALL?

Auteur: RomanWrites
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-06 04:26:10
CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE: WHO IS GOING TO TAKE THE FALL?

Lorenzo stepped out of the station, his jaw tight, his eyes scanning the street. The car was there. The guards were there but William wasn't.

Louis followed close behind, his phone already in his hand. "Where is he?"

Lorenzo's jaw tightened. He walked to the driver's side and motioned for the driver to step out. "I'll drive."

He slid behind the wheel, and Louis climbed into the passenger seat. The guards scrambled into the car behind t
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Lorenzo falling after saving Louis 🥲. I’m not saying anything much, you just have to read the next chapter. Story take a new turn from here.

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