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Chapter 67

Author: Naj
last update publish date: 2026-03-27 23:04:28

ETHAN’S POV

The plane landed just after sunrise.

The sky over Paris was pale, quiet, almost empty.

Isabella was already standing before the aircraft fully stopped.

As the plane's engines powered down, Isabella’s phone rang again.

She answered without greeting. Just listened. Her face went even paler, if that was possible.

"Oui. Je comprends."

Yes. I understand.

A long pause. Her hand gripped the phone so tightly her knuckles went white.

"Est-il conscient?"

Is he conscious?

Another pause. She cl
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