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Chapter Seventy-Three: Evacuation First.

作者: Nathy Fiverr
last update 公開日: 2025-12-23 15:11:57

Her first point of duty in her revenge plan was destabilizing her aunt and Isabella first. And to do that she needed to get Isabella out of her proximity.

Things at her shop had returned to normal with the exception of Fiona. She continued to pretend to be her manager now with Anita handling all important assignments. Fiona was just there to give Esmeralda the feeling that all was going as planned. Lorenzo had Fiona’s phone tapped in order to monitor her chats and movements and communication wi
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