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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: MY ANGEL.

Author: Blu
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-18 16:28:23
AXEL’S POV:

Before the door opened, Ryan moved with practiced precision, shrugging off his suit jacket and draping it over Brady’s lifeless body to hide the blood. Without needing instruction, the four guards standing nearby followed suit, layering their jackets to cover the crimson-stained mess. The room now looked less like a crime scene and more like a chaotic office momentarily interrupted.

The sharp tapping of little feet echoed on the wooden floor, a cheerful rhythm that clashed with the tension in the room.

"Uncle Ryan!" Sea’s bright voice called out as she rushed in, her small frame being enveloped by Ryan’s massive body.

Sea looked darling in her white gown, which featured a flowing, floor-length skirt that twirled around her legs every move. A sweet bow tie belt cinched at her waist, adding a touch of playfulness to her overall look. Her host, a beautiful, skin-toned hue, complemented her complexion perfectly. On her feet, she wore comfortable flat shoes. Finally, a black ja
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