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Chapter Forty Two — The Traitor Inside

作者: Char Writes
last update 公開日: 2026-03-25 20:46:05

She told Lorenzo in four sentences.

Conti had someone inside the estate. The access code had originated from their security system. It wasn't Lorenzo. It wasn't Ricci.

Beyond that they knew nothing.

Lorenzo stood very still in the corridor for exactly two seconds. She had learned that two seconds from him was the equivalent of a longer reaction from anyone else ... it was the time he needed to absorb something that had genuinely landed before the response formed.

Then he moved.

Not dramatically
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