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Chapter 39: Adrian Makes a Decision

作者: Grandpa preslee
last update 公開日: 2026-03-28 02:27:05

The problem with knowing too much is that you can never unknow it.

Daniel called at eight forty-seven in the morning, before I had finished my first coffee, which told me everything I needed to know about how the night had gone on his end.

“He made the call,” Daniel said, without preamble. “Last night. He’s set an off-the-record meeting. Three board members, eleven o’clock this morning. He’s going to lay groundwork before he moves on Victoria and Richard. No names yet, he said. Just the shape o
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