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Chapter 91: Late-Night Rescue

Auteur: Clare
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The fragile peace of the penthouse would not last. The world, with its insatiable appetite and Harper Lane's toxic influence, would not let it. Two days' worth of strategy with a newly devoted PR crew—a crew now scrambling to emphasize their "partnership" narrative rather than minimize it—made Jonah gasp for air. The pressurized, filtered air of the tower, even with Clarkson's new eagerness to be more available, started to resemble yet another gilded cage.

"I'm walking out," he announced, pulling on a black hoodie and baseball cap. It was a dismal attempt, but it was something.

Clarkson looked up from his tablet, his forehead furrowed in immediate concern. "Is that wise? The vultures are still circling."

"I'll make use of the alleys. I just… need five minutes that don't need to be picked apart by a crisis management team," Jonah said, a tired smile on his face. "I'll be fine."

Clarkson's expression was uneasy, but he nodded. He understood the need to go into hiding. "Take my phone. Th
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