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Chapter 30 The Owerri extraction

Penulis: Amaka
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-19 00:31:27

The rain wasn't just falling; it was an assault. It drummed against the windows of the Federal Medical Centre, blurring the world into a grey, watery cage. Downstairs, the screech of tires and the slamming of car doors signaled the arrival of the De Luca "cleaners."

"They have a court order, Silas," I whispered, my hand trembling as I checked Leo’s pulse. He was still sleeping, oblivious to the fact that his entire identity had just become a legal battlefield. "They’re calling him 'State Proper
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