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Quid Pro Quo

Penulis: Lee Ray
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Chapter 105: Quid Pro Quo

Two days after the chaos had surged through Washington, the world felt strangely quiet. The storm had passed, but its echo still trembled through every corridor of power. The headlines kept screaming about betrayal, espionage and the fall of men who once believed themselves untouchable. For Luca, the silence that followed was the most dangerous part. It was the time when governments calculated their losses, reassessed their threats and decided who needed to disappear
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