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Watched Everywhere

Author: Pretty Betty
last update publish date: 2026-05-20 05:11:38

Chapter 45: Watched Everywhere

The discovery of the hidden cameras changed everything.

Beck’s warning still echoed in my head as Callan and I stood in the middle of the suite, tension crackling between us like static before a storm. The small black lens Beck had pried from the hallway fixture sat on the coffee table like a poisonous spider. It was sleek, professional-grade, the kind of tech that didn’t come cheap. The syndicate wasn’t playing anymore.

Callan paced s
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