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Chapter 31

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-03 05:58:02

Emma hadn't slept in thirty-six hours.

The beta-blocker sat in her system, dutifully slowing her racing heart, but it couldn't slow her racing thoughts. Coffee had replaced meals. Her laptop screen had become the only light source she cared about. Sophie had tried twice to make her eat, once to make her sleep, and finally given up, retreating to her own apartment with a promise to check in tomorrow.

Emma barely noticed.

The wire transfers had become a map, and she was following every line to it
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