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12: A Crack In The Armour

작가: A.H. Hassan
last update 게시일: 2026-05-25 04:15:51

Nico's POV

I have controlled every room I have ever walked into for many years. Tonight I struggle to keep my own face straight.

I sat in my personal controlling room and stared at the surveillance screens.

Reva walked through the living room. She stopped at the shelves and picked up a book. She opened it then put it back.

What was that for? I could not help but wonder.

On another screen she spoke to the maid. "Maria, where do we keep the extra towels?"

Maria answered, "In the cabinet near the
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