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Chapter 23

Author: TEG
last update publish date: 2026-06-07 11:00:05

"The board is tracking the money you sent to the hospital," Marcus said. His voice came through the thick wood of the door, low and scratchy. "If they trace that payment back to your personal account, Damien, they're going to think her family is blackmailing you."

​I stayed completely still on the couch, my cheek pressed into the velvet pillow. It smelled like old lavender and dust. My shoulder was completely numb from sleeping on it, but I didn't move an inch.

​"Let them think what they want,"
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