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Seven Days
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2026-08-29 07:00:28Ethan arrived back at the estate late that same night, exhausted from two consecutive days spent building the case against Marcus and coordinating with Ruiz's office, and found Isabella waiting for him in the study, the Draganov file spread across the desk, her expression a mixture of exhaustion and grim, focused determination he hadn't seen from her before.
The study was quiet, most of the house already settled for the night, only a single lamp burning over the desk where Isabella sat su
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