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CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE❦

作者: Coco
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AUDREY ♡

"Who would he possibly be working for?" I asked, making my way to the table where I dropped the tray so I could dress the wound later on before we got to bed.

"There are a lot of powerful people who are capable of hiring him to do the job. Narrowing it down to just one person would be difficult but not impossible" Darius pushed himself up from the bed and strolled over to where either stood, my back against the table. He placed his calloused hands on my hips, inching his face close
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