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Chapter 151: The Words She Recognized

作者: Megan McQueen
last update 公開日: 2026-08-11 17:01:21

Lucia couldn't sleep that night.

She kept tossing and turning until she couldn't any longer as her mind kept circling back to the conversation she'd overheard through the study door, over and over again.

Compartmentalized every transfer point so completely that even knowing one link tells you nothing about the next.

She had built systems like that once. Not once… dozens of times, over the years, for reasons that she had felt were justified. Protecting money from tracing and people from exposure
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