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Chapter 120: The Secret War Room

مؤلف: Frank J.P
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The warning light blinked red on the desk—silent but impossible to miss.

Garage Access – Jason Reed.

Bella froze. The Ethan Bannon file trembled in her hand. The words on the pages blurred as her pulse thundered in her ears.

He was here.

In seconds, Jason would walk into the penthouse. Into his own trap.

There was no time to hide, no time to run. She dropped the file on the central desk and forced herself to breathe, to stand tall. Her heart pounded, but her eyes stayed cold.

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