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Chapter 82

作者: Sienna Vale
last update 最終更新日: 2026-01-14 05:46:56
ABIGAIL'S POV

The question came unexpectedly. No one in the room knew what next to say.

Richardson stared at my phone like it had grown teeth and bitten him. For a moment, I thought he might throw it against the wall. His jaw flexed, once, twice, before he finally spoke.

“No,” he said. Flat. Absolute. “That’s not happening.”

The journalist was still on speaker, the faint hum of traffic on her end filling the silence. “Then you don’t have a story,” she replied calmly. Too calmly. “Not one that s
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