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Author: Toxic_Sweetie
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-07 20:20:32

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV

The phone vibrated in my jacket pocket just as I tightened the noose around the man's neck.

A finance mogul—a man who had built his empire on greed and deception. He had orchestrated the recent attacks against me, thinking he could eliminate the problem before it turned on him.

He thought wrong.

I picked up the call without hesitation, my eyes never leaving the trembling bastard standing on the chair in front of me. The ceiling fan above him creaked slightly under the weight of the rope I had secured.

"She's on the move again." Fred's voice came through the line.

I tilted my head slightly. "To where?"

Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows as the businessman's eyes darted between me and the noose, sweat trailing down his temple as if he still had a choice.

"Taking a cab," Fred continued, background noise filtering through the line. "Looks like she ran out of gas. No sign of her car."

I chuckled under my breath. "Tell me, is she alon
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