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Chapter 58

Auteur: Maggie Len
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Spencer's POV

"I think you should talk to her," Oliver's voice echoed through the phone, exhausted and frustrated. "You can't keep ignoring her like that."

I hummed but said nothing as my fingers hovered over the keyboard for a brief second before continuing its movement.

"Have you checked the things I sent to you?" I asked, voice calm, almost bored as I heard Oliver exhale loudly.

"You are changing the topic."

"You know why I can't talk to her," I shot back. "I haven't found out the reason behind his retrial and why now of all times?"

"You think Anthony knows something?"

"Even if he does, I don't see how or why having Derrick free would help his own case." I relaxed into the sofa, head lolling back as my vision became blurry from the headache building up.

"There's no loophole in Derrick's case that could be used." Oliver pointed out and I hummed.

I already knew that and that's why the whole thing was unnerving.

"It could only mean Anthony paid people to have Derrick out of pris
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