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Chapter 31: The Approaching Debt (Part 2)
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2026-06-09 08:18:42The engine roared, tires screaming as I swerved across two lanes and slammed on the brakes right in front of her.
Sienna jumped back, her face draining of color the moment she recognized the car. The door flew open, and I stepped out, my breath coming in jagged, uneven stabs.
"Archer? What the hell are you doing here?" she stammered, her voice thin and reeking of guilt.
I didn't answer. I didn't have words, only the pounding of my blood.
I lunged forward, grabbing
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