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CHAPTER 72.

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Grace’s POV.

The name hung in the air like a curse.

Chloe.

Sebastian stood frozen behind his desk, his hand still hovering over the intercom. His expression didn't change, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. He looked from the weeping, trembling figure of Emily to me, and then back to her.

"Chloe?" Sebastian repeated, his voice low and dangerous. "You’re telling me that Chloe, who is currently digitizing tax records in the basement, orchestrated a server breach on the Ex
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