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Chapter 159: A Future Without Limits

Autor: Noxvane
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-06-13 21:21:17

POV: Claire Desmond

Gareth obsidian eyes didn't blink. He watched me as if every other soul in that room was nothing more than a blurred, irrelevant shadow.

To the side, Gary Vale stood like a sentinel, his hands clasped in front of him. His face was a professional mask, but there was a flicker of genuine pride in his eyes as he watched his boss finally take what he had fought so hard to protect.

Shannon was in th

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