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CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
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2025-10-05 00:11:00CLARISSA.
We both sat in silence, brooding over the letter Devan had just received, and the silent call that had just come into the landline a few minutes ago. I looked up at Devan and for the first time, I could see the look of cluelessness and fear clearly written all over him.
“You're scared,” I said. “I am, too.”
He got up and walked to me. His hands reached for mine. “I'm scared for you more than I'm scared for myself, Clarissa. Whoever is pulling this sting is doing this to achieve one aim — to get at you. They've tried everything else… they've ambushed you, tried to shoot you, displaced you in the company, and now, they're trying to get at me, all in a bid to see you down and completely broken. My main fear isn't what will happen after they've brought you down, Clarissa. My fear is the possibility of them still trying to eliminate you completely from the picture aft
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