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Chapter 90: The Final Stop

作者: Lucy Ann Ols
last update 公開日: 2026-10-21 12:00:04

"Tokyo and Zurich can wait," Julian said, his voice dropping into that low, resonant register that always sent a jolt straight down Tiffany's spine. He reached into the tailored pocket of his charcoal trousers and pulled out a small, thick cream-colored envelope, its edges neatly sealed with a heavy glob of crimson wax. "Before we discuss corporate restructuring, however, you have an obligation to fulfill."

Tiffany stared at the envelope, her suspicion immediately overrid

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