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Chapter 25 The Scout

Author: Evve
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The farmhouse kitchen was quiet. Two days had passed since Julian walked into his study and shut the heavy oak door. Aurora sat quietly at the kitchen island. Her silver laptop was open.

The analytics page on her bright screen showed a massive number. Two hundred thousand visitors. Her anonymous culinary blog had exploded far beyond anything she ever intended.

She clicked the flashing notification icon.

It was a direct message from the user named M.

"I represent a private culinary organization,
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