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Chapter 54: Wife With Intent

Author: Marvey_pearl
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-27 17:18:11

Clarissa and Isla were sitting across from each other in one of the rooms inside the cozy hideout.

Each one perched properly in their seats with a uniform gentle poise.

The ladies had been chatting for the last few minutes.

And right now, Clarissa was saying something trivial about a local boutique’s recent interior makeover when the sudden vibration of her phone cut sharply through the moment

Both women went quiet instantly.

Clarissa threw her gaze quickly down to the phone; the first blink she gave was one of surprise, and then she cupped a hand over her mouth out of reflex, muffling a sound that could have been amusement or plain dread.

After that, she leaned slightly toward Isla, her voice dropping low, almost like a secret.

“It’s Damien.”

Isla blinked back, her spine subtly straightening.

At the mention of that name, the air between them had changed.

Isla adjusted her sitting position, knees pressed together.

Her gaze held steady on the device.

Clarissa, sensing Isla’s sharp
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