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~Anonymous Application and Hiring~

Penulis: Carabella
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-13 23:34:40

Chapter Thirty-Eight

~Two Days Later…

Camille's POV

I sat in the corner, hunched over a scratched laptop and tried to figure out how to survive.

It had been three days since my discharge. Four days of lying in Elodie's spare room, taking my medications, eating small meals that tasted like cardboard, and staring at the ceiling while my mind spiraled through increasingly desperate scenarios.

I had ninety days to repay Julien nine hundred thousand euros. It was supposed to be two weeks but accord
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