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~Problem Solved~

Penulis: Carabella
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-25 20:28:16

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE

Camille's POV

The penthouse was completely still by three in the morning.

I sat cross-legged on the bed with the laptop balanced on my knees and the black card on the duvet beside me and I looked at both of them in the dark.

The card caught the glow of the laptop screen and held it. Such a small thing. Matte black, minimal, the kind of card that did not need to announce itself because what it represented did the announcing on its own. He had placed it on the table between
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