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Chapter 83

作者: Maggie Len
last update 最終更新日: 2026-01-29 21:52:13

Spencer's POV

"Boss, we went through everything from San Francisco," Oliver said, sliding into the chair across from me. His usual confident air was muted like he knew whatever he was about to say would trigger me.

"We checked everything, cameras, hotel logs… nothing out of place. The only thing is Lilith leaving around two in the morning looking… disheveled."

I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple as the report sank in. "Disheveled?" I echoed. "You mean, like she stumbled out after… what
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