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作者: Johnel
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Chapter 73

~ Niklaus ~

Kesley was as tense as always in that elevator.

I could see it in everything about her—the rigid set of her shoulders, the way she pressed herself into the corner farthest from me like being alone with me for thirty seconds was some kind of torture she had to endure.

It was frustrating, honestly. I'd been nothing but professional with her. Complimentary, even, about her work on the Gateway project. And yet she acted like I was some kind of threat.

I wanted to say more to
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