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CHAPTER 29

Penulis: Shabs
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-09 20:55:14

**EMERSON**

THIRTY MINUTES EARLIER....

“You’re not serious.”

Tessa says it for the third time, arms wrapped around herself like the night air is the problem and not me.

“I am,” I say.

Priya looks from my face to the black Porsche parked three rows in, then back to me.

“Emerson. That is a Porsche. That is *River Knight’s* Porsche. That is not a whiteboard. That is a felony with better branding.”

“Good.”

“Good?” Tessa hisses. “No. Not good. The opposite of good. This is the part where we talk y
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