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Chapter 19

Author: Rui Rui
After Eric left, the first thing I did was call Rachel.

"He came."

"Are you okay?! He didn't do anything to you, did he?!" Rachel's voice was immediately on edge.

"I'm fine. He's gone," I said, watching the city skyline in the twilight. "That man... he's completely broken. He didn't have an ounce of fight left in him."

Rachel was quiet for a moment, then sighed.

"Makes sense. After the combo you hit him with, even an iron man would crumble."

"Now, we just wait for his signature."

"Don't worry. I
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