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Chapter 147: This is impossible

last update publish date: 2026-06-25 20:41:23

Hazel's POV

The lobby had already been intimidating enough, but stepping into Oswald's office felt like entering an entirely different world.

My eyes swept across the office, one entire wall was made of glass. From where I stood, the city stretched endlessly below us, buildings rising in every direction while tiny cars crawled along the streets like moving boxes. The rest of the office was just as intimidating, dark wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with trophies, awards, and framed photo
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