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Chapter 18

作者: StarTem
last update 公開日: 2026-07-27 17:44:46

Elena sat in the kitchen for a long time after the call ended.

Phone face down on the counter.

The city outside the window doing what it always did.

Moving. Indifferent. Loud.

She stared at the wall and let the information sit in her chest the way she had learned to let difficult evidence sit. Without rushing toward a conclusion. Without forcing it into a shape it might not fit.

The Wells family law firm had registered the shell company.

That was the fact.

Just the fact.

She breathed slowly and
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