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Chapter Seven — What Liars Look Like

作者: Char Writes
last update 公開日: 2026-03-19 19:36:39

Three days after the meeting, Marco Romano came to the estate.

Unannounced.

Valeria was in the garden when the call came through on Lorenzo's phone. He found her there, standing among the wet rosebushes with a coffee she had stopped drinking twenty minutes earlier, and he said simply…

"He's at the gate."

She turned. "He came here."

"Yes."

"That's not nervousness," she said. "That's aggression."

"Yes." Lorenzo looked at her steadily. "You don't have to see him today."

"Yes I do." She set the col
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