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CHAPTER 13
“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Sasha demanded ominously quietly, his expression as well as his voice betraying his outrage. “Listen, Veronica, I don’t like what you’re trying to suggest,” he told her sharply.
She shook her head and replied thinly.
“Neither do I, Sasha. But the facts speak for themselves.”
“Do they?”
His mouth twisted bitterly.
“I rather think it’s your overheated imagination that’s doing the ‘speaking’ through your totally mistaken interpretation of them,” Sasha added through gritted teeth.
“You can say what you want at this point… But you can’t deny the evidence of this report,” Veronica reminded him sternly.
“What evidence?” Sasha demanded. “This is
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