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Chapter 181: The Arrest

Autor: Evve
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-02-10 02:43:02

The interrogation room at the 20th Precinct was not a place for billionaires. It was a box of gray cinder blocks, fluorescent lights, and a two-way mirror that reflected nothing but exhaustion.

Aurora sat at a metal table. She was still wearing her blood-stained white suit from the "wolf" days, though it felt like a lifetime ago.

Next to her sat Liam.

He had discharged himself against medical advice three hours after being admitted. "I'm not staying in a hospital while she's still breathing," h
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