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Chapter 34: Looking Back

Auteur: Xavier Night
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-15 10:00:22

Thursday morning. No rain, little sunlight. A gusty wind. Arian was preparing to go to the office, but his heart felt restless. Raisa noticed and asked, "What's wrong with you? You've been silent since morning."

Arian stood by the window. "Today, I feel like going to see that old penthouse once."

Raisa was silent for a moment. Then she said, "Let's go. Abrar is at school now, your father is at the shop. We're free too."

Arian agreed. They got into the car. Ther
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