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CHAPTER 70: SCANDAL

Penulis: Lizzy Fash
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-02 21:22:43

GERALD

The flash of the television screen in the private study of the Spanish consulate didn’t just break the morning stillness; it severed the diplomatic wires of my entire executive administration.

It was 6:02 AM. The rain had ceased, leaving the Manhattan skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling glass looking like a jagged sheet of oxidized silver. I stood behind the heavy mahogany desk, my fingers frozen mid-motion as I held a gold-tipped fountain pen over the final, unexecuted page of the Medi
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