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Unexplainable Suspicion

Author: Tamara Love
last update publish date: 2026-04-10 22:47:55
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

LAUREN’S POV

The private flight back to the city was suffocating.

Julian had spent the entire nine hours sitting across from me, a glass of scotch in his hand, reading through files on his tablet like he hadn’t just shattered my entire reality against a bathroom door.

He knew. He sat at that desk, drank his coffee, went to meetings, and watched me with those dark, calculating eyes, knowing exactly what Serena had put under his floorboards.

When the private elevator
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