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Chapter 77: SHUTTING HIM DOWN

Autor: Ava laurent
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-08-13 00:12:05

NILAH

The heavy doors of the private library burst open with a loud, shattering crash that echoed like a cannon shot through the high-rise suite.

Heavy tactical boots slammed against the wooden floorboards in rapid succession as four armed security guards flooded into the room. Bright LED torches cut through the dim, pale yellow emergency shadows, illuminating the dark bookshelves, the stone hearth, and the slick rainwater pooling on the carpet.

Directly in front of them, leading the charge, w
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