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Chapter 8 [The White Envelope]

作者: Morgan Chase
last update publish date: 2026-03-31 09:30:36

Emily’s POV

"You need to go back inside. Now."

Arthur's voice was low, but every syllable carried the weight of an order. His jaw was locked. His dark eyes kept scanning the darkness around us, searching for something I couldn't see.

"And you?" My voice came out more fragile than I wanted.

"I'm calling the private security." He was already pulling his phone from his jacket pocket. "They'll search every inch of this garden."

Before turning away, Arthur squeezed my hand. Quick. Warm. His fingers
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