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CHAPTER 7: FORENSIC VALUATION

Author: Kene Smart
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-02-26 22:23:31

ISLA'S POV

"Can I trust you, or are you my latest liability?"

The question hangs in the cold, recycled air of the hallway, heavier than the marble floors. Gabriel looms over me, the light from his office cutting a sharp line down his face, casting half of him in shadow. He looks ready to evict me. To sue me. To dismantle me like a failing subsidiary.

My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic, wet thudding, but the survival instinct that’s kept me alive through unpaid bills and eviction notice
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