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Across The Ocean
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2026-06-09 06:28:57Chapter 38: Across the Ocean
The hum of the private jet engines vibrated through my seat as Manhattan disappeared beneath us, giving way to endless stretches of ocean. I clutched the armrest lightly, my sketchbook open on the small table in front of me, though I hadn’t drawn a single line. London. The city where Natasha had sharpened her ambition and built the reputation that now threatened to pull Khalid back into old patterns. I had agreed to this trip despite every cautious voice
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